The Hiralaler boat Gyachil some outside. Hearing my Jibanabalamban-srabanai my tears work. I kahile talking to anybody, how far away you can feel about Kahiteshe. In the Hiralal of which, how far Thakia indignantly, feels like a Namiya, Chutilam in the water, in that direction, the boat Dharib. Galajal till Namilam. Don't Pailam the boat. The boat is more poppy. Were Marib when the boat dharite.
The of sticks were still in hand. Right again, the Bujhilam of the Shabdanubhava, Hiralal in this direction, Kahiteshe talk so far. Hottia, back in the water, sthananubhava the words, the sabale of the of sticks.
He cried, a on the Hiralal boat. "Majira, killed!" he khulia the boat. It is the sinner who has never been killed. Immediately, listening to the sweet voice of Pailam-boat Bahia Chalil-he Uchchai: Chalil to give me an abusive voice in the obscene, Pabitra the Ganga in the most nasty Chalil language. I pailam to say that he sasaite that he is the likhibe of article in my name.
