I offer the burning wick
In the evening
And the round stone I kick
The deities look bright
With the burning wick slight
The air is full of roses scent
Sacred wick's flame shines
Auspicious feeling rises
Chants smoothen the environment
Eyes rest on god for blessing's predicament
The village elders resting against the wall
Close their eyes and aspire tall
To have a peaceful life without downfall