From highest and from lowest fields,
Bring the grain and heap it up;
High as our greatest relic shrine,
O heap it up, heap it up.
“On, leader ox, etc.”
The cart drivers still sing of a brave Singhalese chieftain who fell on the battle field:—
Pun sanda sêma pâyâlâ rata meddê
Ran kendi sêma pîrâlâ pita meddê
Mâra senaga vatakaragana Yama yudde
Levke metindu ada taniyama velc medde