In the deserted pasture
Of the monkey king
Grow the mixed vegation of ‘Thabyu’ trees
The pig in greed
Muches on the trees.

A trap is laid
The pig is killed
The pasture is raised to the ground
And the crafty monkey
Cut up the piggy
To fill up his belly.

Only then, Oh Rakhine
You live in peace!
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Translated By Mrauk-U Thar

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Original: http://kyaukphru.blogspot.com/2010/06/tha-zwa-les-lyric.html