मैं बिरहन ऐसी जली, कोयला भई न राख।
The wood burned to charcoal, which then burned to ash.
Burning in separation, I neither turned to coal nor ash.
कागा सब तन खाइयो चुन चुन खाइयो मास।
दो नैना मत खाइयो मोहे पिया मिलन की आस।
O crows ! From my corpse, have choicest of flesh.
Spare the eyes, I hope to see my lover afresh.
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