O on this red soiled path!
The drum beats
The bamboo flute
Plays
O my mind doesn't
Stay in doing work
O stay cannot I in my
Home
O the soul becomes
Sad!
O to the beats
Of the drummer
My heart and mind do sway!
Each part of my body sways,O
Each part sways!
O spring touches
The woods
Of saal and piyal
Trees
In the new flowers of
Khopai,O
In the new flowers!
O in the forests
Of mahua trees
The laughter
Of the mad moon
Falls down,O
O my eyes like whom
Will I see
Her at the
Turn of this path,O
O in her flying hairs
I would give her
The bulb hibiscus
Flower,O
O taking the blossoms
Of her necklace
She wouldwear
Flower rings
Her ears would sway,O
Her ears would sway
O to the gesturing beats
Of her dance
Someone would say
I love,I love ,O
I love.....O!
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
O on this red soiled path!
The drum beats
The bamboo flute
Plays
O my mind doesn't
Stay in doing work
O stay cannot I in my
Home
O the soul becomes
Sad!
O to the beats
Of the drummer
My heart and mind do sway!
Each part of my body sways,O
Each part sways!
O spring touches
The woods
Of saal and piyal
Trees
In the new flowers of
Khopai,O
In the new flowers!
O in the forests
Of mahua trees
The laughter
Of the mad moon
Falls down,O
O my eyes like whom
Will I see
Her at the
Turn of this path,O
O in her flying hairs
I would give her
The bulb hibiscus
Flower,O
O taking the blossoms
Of her necklace
She wouldwear
Flower rings
Her ears would sway,O
Her ears would sway
O to the gesturing beats
Of her dance
Someone would say
I love,I love ,O
I love.....O!