My darling make in her dokhona
The design of blooming roses,
O rose! Why do you bloom?
My heart ask, as a bee and butterfly
But answered my sweet darling,
With the design of the roses dokhona
If I look her in the evening, my heart has
Somewhere in the sea to sink
I get deep like a dream.
Peaceful and lovely in the morning
You communicate with attraction,
And dancing blonde with the wind
O rose! Make smile on the lips
Darling and I both of us meet.
Let sing the birds in the branch of trees
White clouds in the sky,
From the mountain to see the trees
Rose and I to my darling.

Even more beautiful than the bride
Today evening in my village
Cold and peaceful in the air flow
The scent of the land of farming
In the tree jackfruit and mango
The birds ate a lot fruits
And singing song on the tree branch
The blue sky is so holy and pure
Waterfall is flowing happily beside the village
Silence and sweet song like sing
At the meadow, the cows don't leave to eating grass
The girls eating mango's vegetables
And talking about the love
Now village road is like the design of dokhona
This is the way I walk again and again

My darling make in her dokhona
The design of blooming roses,
O rose! Why do you bloom?
My heart ask, as a bee and butterfly
But answered my sweet darling.
With the design of the roses dokhona
If I look her in the evening, my her has
Somewhere in the sea to sink
I get deep like a dream.
Peaceful and lovely in the morning
You communicate with attraction,
And dancing blonde with the wind
O rose! Make smile on the lips
Darling and I both of us meet.
Let sing the birds in the branch of trees
White clouds in the sky,
From the mountain to see the trees
Rose and I to my darling.

Okhrangni nijwm bikayao
Birbainai jwmwi ranini mohorao
Angni ransrao gwrbwa
Lubwiyw bininw okha bilainai
Besedi hainari jwmwi anjali
Besedi ansuli jwmwi hainari
Sohainw hayi sun rwdakhou
Gaoni dokhona phaili arw gwswm khanaijwng
Pangte pangte ladwng
Jaini jahwnao angni ransrao gwrbwa
Aseblabw sudem mwndwng,dwimuni dwiaosw jenoba.
Birbaiyw nwng udangwi
Baidi moho lana nujatiyw
Som arw bwthwrjwng gwbalaina
Onsainai gwrbw gwrbw,nwngni guwar bikha.

Color of the leaves of wearing dokhona
On the waist, with abwi danga
O dear you go to pluck vegetables
I am seeing on the whole way.
Long black hair and beautiful out
Very shy with your pink lips,
Tooth split in show
You greetings to me.
O dear you pluck vegetables every day to go
Vegetables fern, leaves of taro,
Sometimes, and bhutua shibung manimuni etc...
Sweet seasons of sing song.
I loved you
Nature's calm in the soul,
Your eyes pointed at the fights
I saw in your eyes.
Smiling become quickly
You grab the fish go to waterfall,
Sometimes to go pluck vegetables cultivation of land
My edge and become shy.