Oh Padma, in this filled month of Vador, what the look are you showing?
At the break of the wave, you break harder, now what else do you want?

The wider region disappears into your womb
Loosing all, those villagers are just looking at you.

How many homes were lost in the blink of an eye?
Where to find the oven for cooking, where to find the ***?

The farmer see the darkness, where to cultivate
People's hand on the head, where will they live.

In doing so, do you have any end?
Everything went under the water, there is no remaining.