Chriwallah, Churiwallah,
Churi, churi,
Glass bangles, glass bangles,
Take you, take you
Bangles,
Glass bangles, glass bangles,
Churis, churis,
Glass bangles
The churiwallah,
Churiwallah
With a cloth bundle
Coming, coming and passing by
The streets,
The churiwallah, churiwallah
With the glass bangles,
Sample glass bangles into the hands
And with the bundle
Coming and passing by
And the rustic women,
Small girls and sisters
Calling, calling him,
Churiwallah, O, Churiwallah,
Come here, come here!
The churiwallah sails glass bangles. The beauty of sailing you have nicely written. This poem is of course an interesting poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This lovely poem deserves 10 and I give 10 to this.