Foni, sea storm, dear,
Come with your brother
Wind, with 180KM,
No matter,
Here I am well prepared
To enjoy your dance
On this holy land
Of Lord Jagannath.
Sweet friends,
Worry not, and
Stay with all pleasure.
For you are
The divine treasures.
And no one can disturb you
Henceforth here.
Stop there Phoni,
If you are wicked
And coming
With intention
Not good.
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