Our small river is left to the left
In Boishakh, his knees have water.
Gauru crossed, crossed the car,
Two lords of the high, the slopes traveled by him.
Chicks, sand, where no mud,
On one side, kashwan swelling swollen white
Kiskimichi shalik flock,
From the night the fox began to scream.
And if Amban Talaban runs,
Bamun para shayatale of the village.
On the banks of the shore, on the banks of the river Nairobi
They wrapped the water in the gum.
If you do not take the afternoon after the afternoon
They catch small pieces of fennel and catch them.
Strain the dish with sand, clutter the trunks,
Brides wear clothes in the house.
Asharhee Badal, the mass mass of the river,
Matiya Chatia jumped the movement.
There was a ruckus in Mahabeg,
Turns around the puddles in the muddy waters.
The forest is in the forest on the two sides,
The festival of Vardha is awakened ..
