Summary: SOOHEE, KABEER JEE: My innocent soul trembles and shakes. I do not know how my Husband Lord will deal with me. || 1 || The night of my youth has passed away; will the day of old age also pass away? My dark hairs, like bumble bees, have gone away, and grey hairs, like cranes, have settled upon my head. || 1 || Pause || Water does not remain in the unbaked clay pot; when the soul-swan departs, the body withers away. || 2 || I decorate myself like a young virgin; but how can I enjoy pleasures, without my Husband Lord? || 3 || My arm is tired, driving away the crows. Says Kabeer, this is the way the story of my life ends. || 4 || 2 || Hukamnama from SikhNet.com
