The Essence of Archaic Kanglei
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Nishikanta Sagolsem
Chronology in the bygone days, lingers like a maze
Archaic sobs , in an oblivion state.
Those who can’t decipher , I call thy visionless.
Those who can’t decode , I call thy espoused.
Kanglei! This antique ‘lon’ were once lively sung !
In Kanglei script, a history resides.
Resounds of a heritage, that once preside.
Antique as called -” The Kanglei Lon”.
This archaic now fades , like an evanesce which once hailed.
Let you know, the past vanishes and the present still path less.
Where shall we proceed without this script?
With this script, will fade our ancestors’ tales.
Too will the majestic heritage.
In an unknown tongue, the script now falls.
What shall the Kanglei do?
“Wakching gi Kumhumdoinipanba”
This day still lingers, melancholic in Kanglei’s heart.
Like a phantom, haunting the lonely roads.
-”Gather the script and burn it to ashes!”
O King! - Our hearts were too burnt,In front of ‘the uttra’.
Hearts! The unheard hearts of your people.
Didn’t this haunt you?
Kanglei! Let the shadow of yesterday fade.
Cherished and bloomed, echoed and sung,
Archaic, now blooms , in the hearts of Kanglei.
“Laininghal” The kangleifollows thy footsteps.
Let us cherish the archaic script ,
Leading to the world of forbear,
Unlock the essence and decipher it,
O kanglei! Waits our destiny still.
Chronology in the bygone days, lingers like a maze
Archaic sobs , in an oblivion state.
Those who can’t decipher , I call thy visionless.
Those who can’t decode , I call thy espoused.
Kanglei! This antique ‘lon’ were once lively sung !
In Kanglei script, a history resides.
Resounds of a heritage, that once preside.
Antique as called -” The Kanglei Lon”.
This archaic now fades , like an evanesce which once hailed.
Let you know, the past vanishes and the present still path less.
Where shall we proceed without this script?
With this script, will fade our ancestors’ tales.
Too will the majestic heritage.
In an unknown tongue, the script now falls.
What shall the Kanglei do?
“Wakching gi Kumhumdoinipanba”
This day still lingers, melancholic in Kanglei’s heart.
Like a phantom, haunting the lonely roads.
-”Gather the script and burn it to ashes!”
O King! - Our hearts were too burnt,In front of ‘the uttra’.
Hearts! The unheard hearts of your people.
Didn’t this haunt you?
Kanglei! Let the shadow of yesterday fade.
Cherished and bloomed, echoed and sung,
Archaic, now blooms , in the hearts of Kanglei.
“Laininghal” The kangleifollows thy footsteps.
Let us cherish the archaic script ,
Leading to the world of forbear,
Unlock the essence and decipher it,
O kanglei! Waits our destiny still.