A Sarangi [Harp] player grew old, and his voice became aged and coarse, which led to a loss of customers. “My voice was once so beautiful, but time has not been kind to me”, he repented. He became isolated and resentful for wasting his years as all his fame evaporated. He repented to God that when his voice was young, he used it merely for worldly fame. “Oh, if only I had dedicated my voice to God...
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