Mother, let us imagine we are travelling,and passing through a strange and dangerous country.

you are Riding in a palanqueen and
I am I am trotting by you on Red horse.
It is evening and the sun goes down.
The waste of Joradighi lies wan and grey before us,
The land is desolate and barren.
You are frightened and thinking,
I know not where we have come to.'
I say to you, 'Mother,do not be afraid.

The meadow is prickly with spiky grass,
and through it runs a narrow broken path.
There are no cattle to be seen in the Wide field;
they have gone to the village stalls.
it grows dark and dim on the land and sky,
and we cannot tell where we are going.
suddenly you call me and ask me now Whisper,
'what light is that near the bank?'

just then their bust out of fear full yell,
and figures come running towards us.
you sit crouched in your palanquin
and repeat the names of the gods in prayer.
the bearers, shaking in terror,
hide themselves in the thorny bush.
I shout to you, don't be afraid, mother. I am here'.

with long sticks in their hands
and hair all wild about their heads,
They Come nearer nearer.
I shout, have a care, you villains!
one step more and you are dead man.'

they give another terrible and rush forward.
you catch my hand and say,
dear boy, for Heaven's sake, keep away from them.
I say, mother, just you watch me.
then I spur my horse for wild gallop,
and my sword and buckler clash against each other.
the fight become so fearful, mother,
that it would give you a cold shudder
cold you see it from your palanquin.

many of them fly, and a great number are cut two pieces.
I know you are thinking, sitting all by yourself,
that your boy my sweet dad by this time.
but I come to you all stained with blood,
and say, mother, the fight is over.

you come out and kiss me, pressing me to your
heart, and you say to yourself,
I don't know what I should do if I hadn't my boy to escort me.
thousands useless things happened with us and we all cross it and reached to our destination.