Oh, sun why thou hate us,
why show your anger upon us,
why on Indians,
we worship you as god,
which no country person worship.
Why harsh on Indians alone,
you make our land drought every year,
we still worship you,
we worship you and only you,
not your siblings.
You are harsh only on Indian,
making poor people and farmers sick,
you make them die,
you even make green trees die.
Oh, sun please forgive us,
what do we have to do to make you happy?