Aik Re khobrakara (listen to me, you rumormonger) still remember as kids, the rumour that spread like wild fire and the hushed tones everywhere in Goa, that Lorna was no more, this was the time, when she was at her height of her fame. Envy has always been our weakness among us Goans, Its hard for us to rejoice at the success of one of our own.
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Devache kaide soddanch pallunk ami zaie
God's commands we must follow always
Pelleachi khoim dush mankai kori naie
We must not bear enmity towards our neighbors
Borea ghorachea kednach foddche nhoim noie
A good household we must seek to destroy
Antun gomta tache futtleat mhunn dolle
in this, we come to know that he is filled with envy
Amche moddem eiao vostu choddxeo ghoddta
among us this animosity happens too often
Choddti val choddonk pavona rokdich moddta
you climb not too far, and your path is crushed
Aikon osli khobor kalliz mhojem roddta
hearing this my heart is pained
Goemkar akach lagon sokla poddta
because of this gossip we Goans remain behind
Borea bhaxen aikat ei ghodleli ghoddnim,
listen in good sense this rumor of mine
Konnak mista moji nirdukai chodli,
someone must have been extremely envious
Dukest ghoddnim hi gelea vorsa ghoddli
this malicious incidence happened last hear
Anv melem mhunn sogleak khobor poddli
that I had died the rumor spread everywhere
Chintlear hem dista maka ek umannem
If I think about it, its puzzles me
Anv melem mhunn fokot takach sanglem konnem
that I had died why was he the only person to know
Kiteak osli khobor ghatli zait tannem
why did he spread such vile rumour
Dev bhogsum taka, tho gineanan unnem
Hope God forgives him, as he lacks any brain.
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