ဗညာဥဴ

Oh! Mon:
You are Mon by birth in red thick blood;
The language from your mother's womb is unspoken;
Your sweet voice of Mon is disappearing
In the land of Hongsã.
You are so proud of your life arriving in foreign land,
And forget your own culture.

You have luxurious houses, cars and everything;
And turn your face and back away,
You forget your own identity and nation;
Neglect your mother tongue and speak foreign language;
Your tradition and religious heritage are forgotten.
Does the Mon have to be ruined?

Nowadays No one maintains our heritage
That had been valued by our ancestors;
The heritage which was valued and maintained
In the past is forgotten today;
We're so sorry for losing our ancient heritage.

Saing Nonda
(The voice of Hongsã)