My mother to return,
And feed me.
Like a small calf
I am waiting anxiously
The time of milking.
Like a morose wife
I long for the return of
My master, my husband,
Who can satisfy me
In all respects.
I always yearn for
The use of my language
Everywhere on my land.
I simply seek
Your friendship as
You are all pious and devoted
And enlightened.
Let my mind,
My consciousness and
Everything I have
Be attached only to
My language,
My land and
My mother.
In the winter,And I feel coolIn the summer.I am eager toSee you in full,My dear truth.
The truth in meI know I feel.My feeling my lifeWith love with smile.All stand in queueDear, all in you.
Is it true?So also is itNot true, I haveNot forgotten you.In between birth and death,I act as a hero.
Above and belowAnd all around.Staying cautiousI found the selfOn earth withNo dream left behind.
ଛକି ବସିଛି କରୋନାଝାଙ୍କି ନେବ ଭାଇନା!ସେଆଡେ ଯିବା ମନାସେଆଡେ କରୋ ନାଭାଇ ନା ଯାଆ ନାହୁକେ ହୋ ବିଲୁଆ ନନା।
ଦରକାର ନାଇଁ କୋଉଠି।ମୁଁ ଶେଷ, ଆବଶ୍ୟକ ନାଇଁକହିବାର ଆଉଏଠୁ ଯିବାର ଅଛି।
