Thawhţan tuk khuantevikah Chawngmawii leh Hrangchhuana an in ‘d’ dawn a, tho hma thei tan chuan en chi tak a ni ang.
Jupiter leh Venus te hi Novemnber ni 13, ni chhuah hma minute 40 velah an inhnaih hle dawn a, mutna chang hre lo, thawhna chang hre lo mihring ni lo tan chuan en hman hram a va ţha dawn em.
Kan dam chhung nite hi a lo rei lo khawp mai a, dam chhung ni chhiar dan hi kan thiam thei lo va, khawvel changkanna thil, consumerism & materialism hian kan nun leh kan ngaihtuahna zawng zawng hi a chiah hneh tawh khawp a, phungthlukna chang pawh kan hre tawh lo va, Zonunmawi ni kan bosal tial tial a, kawla nichhuak chhiar hian mawngvawmba ang hrim hian kan buai em em ringawt zel a, The Miller of The Dee ang ngaihdan hi Kan neih thar chu a ngai ta a ni.
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold, beside the river Dee;
He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he;
And this the burden of his song forever used to be: –
“I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for me.
“I live by my mill, God bless her! she’s kindred, child, and wife;
I would not change my station for any other in life;
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor e’er had a groat from me;
I care for nobody, no not I if nobody cares for me.”
When spring begins his merry career, oh, how his heart grows gay;
No summer’s drought alarms his fear, nor winter’s cold decay;
No foresight mars the miller’s joy, who’s wont to sing and say,
“Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day.”
Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing;
The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing;
This song shall pass from me to thee, along the jovial ring;
Let heart and voice and all agree to say, “Long live the king.”