" When the longing grows, it will hurt to death. But
because we have our memories, I'll smile." - (*t.*)
chingjao manasu ukhibani
uful thangba lambi masu
achikpa chirol ni
nggisu eigisu
amata oina
uful thangba lambi masu
achikpa chirol ni
nggisu eigisu
amata oina
wangma amadagi amada
tam dagi thaplaga khun amada
chingjumgi laija lotpa mafm duda
tam dagi thaplaga khun amada
chingjumgi laija lotpa mafm duda
lotkhiba waridi halkkani
manglan da amuk amuk
eshei oina saktuna epaose
thakhibani malangda toina
ningsing tellang-ga da haktuna
numidangwairam khuding
manglan da amuk amuk
eshei oina saktuna epaose
thakhibani malangda toina
ningsing tellang-ga da haktuna
numidangwairam khuding
kaonagumsi
ningsingnasi haina
ningsingnasi haina
ningsingnasi haina
ningsingnasi haina
the blue hills saw it
the dusty path too
a quiet whisper ‘twas
yours and mine
converged as one!
From this side to over there,
from the plain to the far-off hills,
to the place where the cool blue
fountain water hides.
those tales hidden
would return
in dreams every now and then
without any word of caution
Strung together as a song,
engraved on the kite of
remembrance
my wishes and longings
sent I have to where you’re.
every evening when dusk arrived
Praying..
wishing..
not to forget ever,
to remember ever.
© Rajkumar Panthoiren