There are living walls between us Draw an invisible boundary. What is the benefit of our separation? It parts us

सहिदको आवाज सजिलै धान्छौ र निरंकुशता? विश्राममा छौ तिमी तुर्छु भनेर सिङ्गो देश,परिश्रममा छौ तिमी साउनमा आँखा फुटेको गोरुले हरियो

Melting from the icy summits it flows Over slopes strewn with stones and tough rocks Under the eyes of the spring sun