මේක මචන් මම ගෙඩි පිටින් ට්රාන්ස්ලේට් කළේ නැහැ. සාහිත්යමය රසය ඉස්මතු වෙන විදිහටයි මම ලිව්වේ. එහෙම එපා නම් කියහන්. මම වෙනස් කරන්නම්. වැරදි තියෙන්න පුළුවන්. එත් පොඩි පොඩි එව්වා විතරයි.
සුළං කපොල්ලේ the gap wind
The nest in the gap wind is shattered in to zillions of pieces
all over the blue ridge mountains.
Little birdie, she strolled hopelessly
now she is with you, never to leave you
her fragile self traveled lands far far away, just to see you
where else would she go? You should welcome her
She has no mother, nor she has a father, not even over the horizon
But she has one thing with her feeble self, nothing but tear drops from her eyes
You are a king of feathery beings, a king without a queen
Please allow her to feel the coziness of your kingly nest
ප්රේමය නම් Love
Love, it is not amorous,
but is as pure as the moon light
perfect and beautiful
There is a sober placidity of a trance of a brahin
in the countenance, gleaming
eyes are bright an illuminating,
with an aura of meditation
Even the monosyllables reflect always,
the orchestra of birds in the green forest
lips opened flows the calmness and,
tranquility of a hymn