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Behold the queen of dance

Image credit: Sachoiba Inka


Behold, the princess, Behold the queen of dance!
Following the bright sun till eve;
She is from Ramting Kabin.
Beneath her cheek are necklaces
As she joins the dance on the sound of a log drum;
Of tarou and Siantwei that unite the song.
Let the crowd behold thy show and welcome 
Like penkarop that sing at noon.
During the time of joys
She dances over his sweet voice.
She is a beauty, a dream of her mother.
She took away her grief and pain,
With devotion, she rejoices with her mate in new attires.
On her head shine is a reithao
And cover herself with Pwasin as the leaves on a tree.
She is a perfect song. a song for the soul.
She wore an unbeatable shield 
Like the massive storm and rain.
Legend sing in praise of you
Go on my man, as they try to mark us 
As a pleasing joy filled the air
The man has assigned a dove for us 
As an anthem of the free
"Inpui Ringsei Dingo Ngo".

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