Tore is the bondage of this magic of age Will be in pieces.Sword is your radiant flameChhinn karuk jarar kujjajhatika,The worn-out breasts split in two Immortal flower then People are enlightened Futuk is always new.
Youth Ray, will you be robbed of dust.The burden of garbage is on your head Are you reluctant?Morning that is his golden crown I bring you in the morning, There is a fire burning aboveHe is your poet.The sun matches your eyes See your picture.
