NGAMNA RAUTHLA



Tienami ziektu, iengleia dâr a'n ri naw?

Ieng leia sik sik rieu inhram am a n'a?

Iengleia lungsiet kul rausan am a n'a?

Iengleia hlimna thâmral am a ni a?


Lungsiet kulah simkhawlei inhnîngin,

Hripui phaivuo a hrâng maw?

Ṭi le inthin po an zâm, thaidâwphai chu,

Muongna ramah an tlu pheng phung.


Ngûina hrîin kawtthlêr a fang,

Kaisar kut chu inzâ a um si maw!

Khawvêl tar nenetui neilo hi,

A nih hringmi tinrenghai thlâkhla.


Hlun ding hrim um lo rama hin,

In nghet inngîr an tum maw?

Tienami ziektu, inngîr thei an ti'm?

Thei naw ni hai, thei ngai naw ni hai. 


Tienami ziektu, ka sakhming hi,

Mi dawizephai lai tiemsa ning a ti?

Ni naw nih, tiemsa ni naw ni a,

Tienami ziektu'n zepsa naw nih.




Mimtukthla 21, 2020

Kayangulam HO

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