I’ve been on a temple track, Running a relay race,
With fine fellow,
For a long time
In rain, sun, mist, and fog

When will I reach?
When will I exchange the baton?

Today on the stop line is me
Legs for long get tired
As trial and tribulation do come
Some fell while some kept running on track

Oh, fine fellow!
if you don’t want to be knocked down by a dazzling truck
Maintain your line,
Run fast for the last lap,
And leave fine fruits alone
Mind you, our seniors have succeeded in several seconds
Our days are numbered
These are what every mouth is miming
Since when we started are approaching

Oh, temple track! Give us hope
Results have to show surely on that day
Some shall smile and some shall cry
For the digits that will be displayed
On green papers