Om Theva Bhagavad Gita Ven Javad Siddhacakam Pranam Sakalaka Sukhse Hiramsa Sukham Pratam Vipayana Sayam Masukuman Susim Dasasat Prasit Kuam Suam Vatsana Silapakala Vidit Pratyate Kundi Hiram Om Morning light finds visions of night Still painted in her eyes Collared skin she breathes life in And hops out into day She says I have seen The instruments we'll need I have heard The melody she'll sing Those songs and dances strong Her mighty vision moves Noon she breaks over Songkla Lake She fishes for a smile Southern boys find teasing toys In the monkey shake and dance She says I have touched The sky and earth and such Odd dreams of men On southern soil She beats those drums and hits those gongs Her mighty vision moves Drums and cymbals Drums and cymbals Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Our ancestors were the masters of the music The history is the foundation of our culture Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Our ancestors were the masters of the music The history is the foundation of our culture Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Night wakes soon over Potaloon She perches on a cliff The freedom trees dance in the breeze Like the figures of the loom She says black and white Are played out in the night Green and grey The way we live Beneath the moon the beard croons The mighty vision moves Beneath the moon the beard croons The mighty vision moves . . . No rhazors for the southern sky A mighty dream it lives