A 4 Hana' song(chhattisgarhi song)

Rice on the fire is boiling,

And the child tied to her waist is crying,

Cook the rice and let the child sleep.

Where are you going? (She is asked)

To dance, she says, where the drum is being beaten.

After the dance her whole body ached

Was it the evil eye on her body?

The magician is called,

And he will look it up.

1 may die or live, (She says)

Look after the child,

And don't quarrel with any.

Be careful when speaking to the sirkar

Get not yourself beaten,

And be courteous to the panchayat I

The charm of the magician worked,

And she was all-right again.

'You are well, (he says)

And now let us not quarrel,

Let us live and eat'.

A Turi' love song(Romantic chhattisgarhi tribal song)

'0 Sister! Give me your dewar >

'No, no, even if I lose my life-breath, my life,

I can not give him.

My husband you have instead*.

The water in the pot on fire boils,

And the little bird with its tiny beak is in agony.

'What shall I do with your husband? (says she)

Give me, give me, your dewar I

The elder sister's husband was in Raja's be gar

And the dewar was in her heart.

'Wherever I go, he follows;

To the market for tobacco, and to the forest for tendu leaves.

In the path- ways, and near the tank

Every where, everywhere he is present.

He will get a pair of ornaments for my ears,

And then shall we leave for a distant Raj.

Another Turf love song

On the bank of the river they met-

The young man and his girl.

This was the place where they met at dusk.

'The third day, before day-break we leave 1 (he said)

Returning from the tank, she laid by the pots,

And awaited the third day-her man's call.

One day passed, and BO did second,

The third day at the appointed moment he came, and came

out she.

And together they went to a distant Raj,

Crossing the twelve mountains,

Where no man's sight could reach.

A happy couple they were.