A MORNING IN THE VERDANT HILLSIDE

In the enchanting Thinglhang Gam,

Where Khupting and Ngambom once dwelled,
Guardian of this land, Galngam's watchful eyes.
A new day unfolds, fresh and tender,
Exhaustion of yesterday fades, replaced by vigour and hope.

Joutwi theng, crystal clear, sings and dances downhill,
Its laughter echoing through ancient rocks,
Nourishing the land, quenching thirst,
As villagers gather, hearts brimming with gratitude.

Plenty of chang le mim, a generous bounty,
Shared among neighbours, laughter in abundance.
Jing Ninou peeks over distant hills,
Casting golden hues on saheipah.

Huilhi, the morning breeze, whispers secrets,
Caressing petals, stirring memories.
Birds join the chorus, their songs sweet,
A symphony of dawn, a celebration of life.

Old souls sit on kemchung, weaving stories,
Plaiting beng le nam, threads of tradition.
Their hands weathered, hearts young,
Preserving heritage, passing wisdom to the wind.

Children laugh, riding their kangtalai and playing kang (kangkap),
Merrily spinning kangchongs on dusty ground.
In hidden corners, traps are set,
Wild animals, elusive and free.

And the members of Lompi/Lomcha,
Shoulder their chempongs and tuchas.
Their labour weaves the fabric of existence,
Life dances on as joy and togetherness fills the air.

In the enchanting Thinglhang Gam.