What is there on the shore of Chandrabhaga?
People say the sun temple, black pagoda.
Who has built it? and what for?
Twelve hundred artisans have lost
Their youths, dreams, love and everything
For the reasons known to them.
We are all here today to enjoy
Their sweat their blood their fragrance.
What about the king of that time,
What about the family conditions of those
Pious soul devoted to this work.
I care not the individual name, fame,
But I care their will power,
Definitely they are the stars, let me share.
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