he started crying loudly.
I asked, ‘What is the problem you face? ‘
He said, ‘I may cost my life for it.’
Listening to his cry,
the black dog itself came back.
The man said to him, ‘O dog,
I have crossed your shadow today.
What would happen to me? ‘
The dog replied, weeping, ‘Brother,
sorry, I have no knowledge of it.’
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