How did the shade shelter 
My village 
Where the child lives every dominate 
Green lotus trees 
Generally, the shade 
And was littered 
On the ground, was Gmkti 
Amramnjri 
It was blossomy 
Mahua and common 
And by evening 
It was felt that the moon today 
date is turned on 
Moon ever 
That, too, would like ripcord was strapped on 
Who, on his liver was Liota 
Or, Nimpr Grdwar, in porch 
Would feel 
A पहने जैसा , प्रिय 
Heart का राजदार 
No, अपना मिट सा