Tha Zwa Le’s Lyric

In the deserted pasture

Of the monkey king

Grow the mixed vegation of ‘Thabyu’ trees

The pig in greed

Muches on the trees.

A trap is laid

The pig is killed

The pasture is raised to the ground

And the crafty monkey

Cut up the piggy

To fill up his belly.

Only then, Oh Rakhine

You live in peace!

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Translated By Mrauk-U Thar