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ji mafuta

language: newari

khowya khwae mafta ji
aesa sunka chowna khoi haeka
nuga:ya khapa chaekaa
pulangu di lumanka ji aa: simha manuchhe sunka chowna chowna

jilaa ashwaknowta laa khani
gulichaka ji ba:ni ba:ni jhyala sa
timilata swoya khowya chownu
gulichaka ba:ni ba:ni ka:sisa
timila ya  ta swoya chhanta fowna chownu?

chhanta jigu khwa he swae mamadu
 wo kha chha jit madhasa ji syu
wo kh ji syu sa mashyu thae yar mafu
jigu nuga:le ghaa majuni saa
bulu bulu gha juya wai the chhow mayju

maguta ju chhanta yaeka chowni
chhangu nuga:ya kha syu siyachowsa
masyu the yana chownu
aesa chhanta ji maya:sa ji chhanta he yaeka chowni ji
jigu jiutali ya timilaeta showya kha lhaima mayju

ji chhangu jiuytali timila chhe ju sa jyu
dhaka ji fowna chowna
ji na chhangu nuga:li timilaya thae dayki
phaema dhay ji phowna chowna

-yakaa: jujaa

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