||All my life
in the city of joy
I've carried your weight around cheerfully,
Now I'm tired
My strength have lessened
while the cost of subsistence have increased
And today you tell me
Hand pulled rickshaws will be banned henceforth
That I should change my calling
Can you tell me where would I find another one?
Do I not have a right to live?
Have I become a beast of burden for you?