I am returning home after engaging in group music
We are on a full moon night today
O houses of the village - wake up all of you
Get ready - we'll be drunk tomorrow morning;
The dogs are running around in the yard
Let him bark
It's like picking fish in a pond
Awaken the cotton wells and springs of the village
In the soft water bubbles
They fill our sorai.
We think of the holidays
I am bringing some fresh flowers
We sang songs
I am coming back with a love song
Bulbul fluttering fan in our hearts;
Along the hilly path - pushing and walking a bit
We are coming in a bullock cart
The body lingers on our weary road maze;
O house of the village
Keep your arches open
So that the long-horned bulls
There is no difficulty in pulling the cart
Draw a symbol of good luck on the square.
The smoke rising from the furnace
Let him mingle with the bluish smoke of the chimney
O shy housewife in the lap of a small child
Let us eat warm food for a while in the morning;
Pour hot milk in a terracotta blue pot
Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally
The soundless wheels made noise in the cart
We are returning to our homes today.