He is a commoner
A man who believes, life if he works hard
Wife husbands accompany each other in the shade
Are taking steps in their journey
Time separated them.
The hill stood in the way of their lives
Took away his pleasure.
Knows what loves are to the bare hill
Know what the responses are to the boulder
It has become a monster that creates dangers.
It is like putting a foot on its heart and looking for a way out.
Is to seek their own death
The death knell is constantly ringing with accidents.
There was no one to turn the hill with their hands
Dasharath Manji was furious
Wanted to crush the hill
No one said to shake hands.
However, his foot did not move forward.
The fight with the hill began.
Twenty-two years in the war
The hill bowed and gave way

The anger on the hill had subsided
The hill that separated the wife
Remains of winged birds.