Hulan Ral when the fertile goyan flowers are pressed
The arungal that we put is a floating prana sarungal.
Raja Bojun will be on a nightly feast day
You still have a rift.

This moon has moved to the moon
When they went down the road like that, the sons of Maraka were very close to each other.
A host’s love is dried up and the life is old
Angale Sansara Ganga Kandana Yandaka Banda Gold Boat
In the evening, happiness, happy conversations, visits, flowers and tar smell.

B. We don’t know whether to stay, eat, drink, or go.
I’m sick, she’s paddan, she’s a pumpkin passak, she’s cold.

From the time of half a fight
Lay the mat for Vase Man team
Salary taken in a month is sitting in a day
It’s not good to grow to the moon with your mind.

Women’s baths in Lontu garden
Konittapan has seventy treasures in this
Make a country to plant and eat the old whites
Nadi Parak is eagerly talking about cattle.

Look at the excuse
You are my son’s first song
We are on our way to Maragate
A single elephant eats food from its mouth.

Fertile flowers…