Naa kadupu, naa kadupu, naa amtaramgamuloa naa kemtoa vaedanagaanunnadi; naa gumde naramulu, naa gumde kottukonuchunnadi, taallalaenu; naa praanamaa, baakaanaadamu vinabaduchunnadi gadaa, yuddhaghoasha neeku vinabaduchunnadi gadaa?
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.