(Nokosao de janabi—
Odehe jananang daknasoni,
Tikabo angde yao-rai ni kim se:
Ani janathai, taiju-gimin, gurudi-gidi,
Slai dithaoba lai sning.
Maising laodaokade angbo balaolanglanang,
Hondra gimin, baibaidao ni mukong baidima baibaibaha.
Sainjra gejeng sain baigobaha hamlaithai badain didaoyakade,
Ju gabrab jonhebo mididaoyakade,
Ang blaolanglanang. —Na sikhu nang
nini saoguli, sikhkala ning
painangti— —baohi
ragaosisi ning
nukimkoroha gorai yakhalong glaiba lai
gidithai glaibaha.)
(Adungrau tinang: hading k meseb tuba lai nuhadu
Tikabo nokosao banarha sain tiblaiyako. tiblaiyako.)
(Sky is bright—
And will be the day after tomorrow,
But I'm a flower in vase,
My scintillating traits, ripe-mango, sweet-sugarcane,
Is a thing fugitive to the mouth.
If Winter stays, I'll forget
Golden oranges, 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘰'𝘴 face at 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘢.
If the Sun lances new in pomp
But gooseberries remain tart, and the wine— sour.
I'll forget. Maybe I should
force a vision to my mind, and maybe then
you'll come—
as clearly
as horses hoofs
with the onset of hails.)
(Friends will say: The hills look like a slumbering buffalo
But in the ambit of the clouds the sun is yet to set. is yet to set.)
