माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तू क्या रोंदे मोहे ।
एक दिन ऐसा आएगा, मैं रोंदुंगी तोहे ।
When the potter was trampling the clay to make utensils, the clay says to the potter – You are trampling me, a day will come when you will merge with this soil and I will trample you.
maatee kahe kumhaar se, too kya ronde mohe .
ek din aisa aaega, main rondungee tohe .
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