Monument of pride
In rubble, the wind passes,
And dust covers them

A habit of knowing the truth
Is a habit of being good in all circumstances

Sorry!  I plucked your mangoes
So reddish, so juicy, so sweetest

You had much waited for them
since departure of long winter

And wanted to taste them yourself
And along with your loved ones

Sorry!  I gulped them all by myself
So reddish, so juicy, so sweetest

Cars bodies objects
on the roads and Water flows
through them silently

Correct yourself
No one looks into a broken mirror

You can't imagine a beautiful world
Without having love and respect for every one