1.
On a deep branch of the peepul
sings a red-breasted bulbul.
When it leaves for a distant land
a tormenting silence surges back...

2.
The dawn breaks,
cocks are calling
and cuckoos cooing.
Wake up, wake up now, my little daughter.
As leaves are born to wither
human life must face death...
transcreated from santali original by rudra kinshuk