There came a strong wind called Nargis cyclone,
It destroyed our homes,
Our furnitures, away to unknown place, it had blown,
Our house-hold utensils, into the sky, it had flown,
Our paddy field, flooded before they had grown,
Water, water, water everywhere, we have no land to roam,
So poor, we have nowhere for money loan,
So helpless and hopeless, we could do nothing but groan and moan,
Our feeling so hurt and painful deep to the heart and bone,
like sprinkling salt onto the raw, fresh wound,
At the end of tunnel, no flicker of hope had shone,
Without international help, we can't survive by our own,
Oh, God, a great mercy, YOU had never shown,
Oh, God, please don't leave us alone,
Without YOUR help, we are surely leading to the tombs.
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