JUMO GABURI MURO UDER, a Chakma song: Being Nostalgic

A Chakma girl in black and red (as mentioned in the song) traditional attire (photo credit: unknown)

                 

a Chakma romantic song ( it's about a boy who is being sweet on a Chakma girl wandering in the hills in her traditional dress) in romanized form
First Verse:

Jumo Gaburi Muro uder ahjong ahjong mu gori
Jhonat jhonat theng ot haru, ahdhot pinne bangori
Rangay halay pinon hadhi, lager vari dol
Tare denei mottun ole vari monot hoal........(2)

Second Verse:
Chulot ful gujeiye lager nudi nudi
ekka ekka rini chayde pich firi firi

Chorus:
Hee hobo hijeni, hee obo hijeni...........(2)
                                Jumo gaburi...............(first verse)....(1)

Third Verse:
Lajang lajang huch felei barbo barbo ahjhi
chogo lejedi chayde mo're madha niguri
Chorus:
Hee hobo hijeni, hee obo hijeni

First Verse;
Jumo Gaburi Muro uder ahjong ahjong mu gori
Jhonat jhonat theng ot haru, ahdhot pinne bangori

Chorus:
Hee obo hijeni, hee hobo hijeni
Somare nibeni somri obeni

Chakma Women float flowers in the river on Ful Biju (a traditional festival). Photo credit: unknown)

ENGLISH TRANSLATION of the song: (I have tried to keep this literal as much as possible) 

The Girl of the hills climbs up the hill with smile on her face
Playing her anklets, bracelets in her wrists
Red and black her dress is, she looks so pretty
Seeing her today my mind is in whirls

Flowers worn as headdress on her hair she is so stylish
She looks back slightly turning back
Don't know what she's gonna tell, what's gonna happen

Shy footsteps yet a very proud smile on her face
She looks at me slightly tilting her head
Don't know what she's gonna or what's gonna happen

The Girl of the hills climbs up the hill with smile on her face
Banging her anklets, bracelets in her wrists
Don't know what she's gonna tell or what's gonna happen
"Would you take me with you? Would you be with me?"

For interested readers a video on you tube.

Back to the place I belong to: The Chittagong Hill Tracts (Part 1:Beautiful Bandarban) through my amateur photography

At the Dusk: Foy's lake. The day before heading to Alikadam. Couldn't enjoythe beauty in daytime. HOwever, the resort, artificial lghts, cottages,machine boats say it is ifected by the commercial urbanization

When fragrance of life is lost: Fantasy Park, Foy's Lake

A foggy winter morning by the river (name unknown): Keranihat, Chittagong 

Struggle starts early in the morning: Somewhere in Chittagong

An effort to hold on to the heritage of crafts: Bishod Bangla, Mehedibagh, Chittagong

The road turns right: near Chakoria, Cox's Bazar

The river too turns right: near Lama, Bandarban

Road to Chittagong: at Alikadam, Cox's Bazar 

City of Bandarban from atop Nilachal in a winter dusk

Chimbuk: from NIilachal

An Indigenous style hut

Sangu: "Shankha"from Milanchhari (a foggy winter morning)

An Indigenous Hut (on the way to Shoilopropat from Bandarban)

A water recess in the green desert of Alikadam

Alikadam thanks for the visit: Thanks and Welcome pillar of Alikadam and Lama, Bandarban

The green crops evaded by the malignant Tobacco leaves: Alikadam, Bandarban

Hail this road to Alikadam: it's dangerous, curvy yet beautiful and full of colours.....so why would one say this small country of ours isn't pretty?

Another dusk comes in the heart of Bandarban: a view of Chimbuk from Nilachal . I have been to this place earlier in the end of 2009. This was still pretty however, free of people starving for natural beauty, less artificial, less commercial. Still, it generates income to some extent for the people around.