O Palanquin-Bearer, Lift You The Palanquin! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O palanquin bearers, lift you,
Lift you the palanquin,
It is getting late
And you have to go a long way,
My daughter is small,
A girl child,
You take care,
Take care of her!

And the girl bride going,
Going to her in-laws' house,
So simple and small
Unable to understand
The things of the world,
She going,
Weeping and wiping the tears.

That was also a time,
A time
That too went away
And it used to be,
Singing the song
The Kahars used to go
Taking the doli.