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Sacrifice
In the morning I went to my garden,
Phutiche thousand flowers, branches dole.
Phutiche Belly, jasmine hasanahena,
Sweet saurabhe abstracted by the mind,
Phutiche blood hibiscus, roses and Dalia,
Madhukar chutiche nightingale call him.
Phutiche gandharaj and rajanigandha,
Phutiche not you on the evening.
Her sweet subase manatane night,
Do not you put it all stands bilaya.
Bringing cyameli, tagara, Jasmine,
Kamini smell of honey bee that murmurs.
To be the custodian of the butterflies that morning,
With wild flowers that have Mitali.
It seems that the hope of forming flowers
Leave happiness, happiness happiness suffer.
Sacrifice
In the morning I went to my garden,
Phutiche thousand flowers, branches dole.
Phutiche Belly, jasmine hasanahena,
Sweet saurabhe abstracted by the mind,
Phutiche blood hibiscus, roses and Dalia,
Madhukar chutiche nightingale call him.
Phutiche gandharaj and rajanigandha,
Phutiche not you on the evening.
Her sweet subase manatane night,
Do not you put it all stands bilaya.
Bringing cyameli, tagara, Jasmine,
Kamini smell of honey bee that murmurs.
To be the custodian of the butterflies that morning,
With wild flowers that have Mitali.
It seems that the hope of forming flowers
Leave happiness, happiness happiness suffer.
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