TO KUMANDRA



Nisa suoka, nisa tlâkna hlaka hin,

A takbit hrim a um nawh.

Ngûr nun ienga nunkhuo phâmin;

Hlimna puopa chau a pêk.


Lemchangna zâwl hi fe khêlin;

Takna ram zuonglut thei lang aw!

Mawina ei hnawt lawp lawp hi;

La bo ding, sûm zing ang chau.



Dittak Kalina, mi thuoi la,

Mi le nêl lo fe khêlin,

Lemchangna ruom pal tlangin,

Kawpte'n leng ei, Kumandra ah.





Thlado 05, 2021

Kayangulam HO

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