Țingțang her mil lo


Ei hun a tlung hma'n ei intawng a,

Tak chang di'n theitawp suoin;

Sienkhawm hun inher dang ruol ni lo,

Kara hmangaina'n hlamzuiin fam a chang.


Inkawp ding rawm ei insâwn a,

Inhermil tuma pu hrâm hrâmin,

Chung siara inziek ei nih tiin;

Bêngbereptuhai tu in am a hmang suol ta a? 


Mihring mi suk hringtu ka lungphu,

Keima ding chau nilovin, ei pahni-

Nang le kei di'n a'n phu a;

Ei inkawp hlak rem chuong si lo.


Hringnun rêl dan hi a mak ngei!

Khuonu rêl danah inrawl rem si lo;

Kumhai liemin nihai liem sien,

Sunhânghai hi la tiem thiem ei tih.




09 Thlado, 2021

Kayangulam HO

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