Vanumati's noon

A little away from the mortuary
I met you at noon in the sun,
When the sun rises at noon, the earth covers the sky
If you drown Dalausi in a pure tone.

Your red sari spread like magic
Missing for a moment is the penman's house,
The tram car left Kalmadar's house
A-tram will give Vanumati to your country.

Now don't take me to Hijlatali field-
I will let you sit on the bed of Nazna leaves again
The sun will go down on the bed of Nazna leaves
The conch bell will ring in the old man's play.

The four-colored, seven-colored tram left the turn
Where is the name of Hijlatali in the eyes of the telephony
Hijlatali does not have a name so I landed here
What is the price of that familiar boy from Vingaran!