I cannot drive, I cannot wive.

Ângkhô dâ ling, fai.

Don’t cry to me to come.

Engkhut khârùi khùrù khùrù.

The mess of rice goes bubble-bubble.

Ângnî fâtse fùrù fùrù.

My share is but trouble trouble.

Khuru khusuli.

You’ve got the itch.

Bidot zâsuli.