Let the entire neighborhood laugh at late autumn

Let the entire neighborhood laugh at late autumn

Golden rice is ripening in the field.

Oh, farmers, you shall have to cut the paddy.

To cut the ripe rice wield your sickle.

Late autumn, dawa mari,

oh women farmers, make your backyard.

Trampling paddy for processing.

Farmers in groups go far away to trample in the field,

pray before harvesting and touch sickle in the paddy.

Bring a load of paddy and keep it in the yard.

Threshing the rice, spread the rice, and fly the rice husks.

May the golden homeland be filled with the smell of Aman rice,

Soft Mou Mou smell,late Autumn obsession all around.

May Nair come from house to house with rice,

Let the whole neighborhood laugh with farmers and women farmers.