Through all eruptions, all demands come together,
Posing threats of wind, thunder and lightning.
The danger lingers;
The storm seems unending,
As the wind, thunder and lightning propel all in its grasp;
The dangers of the plains persist without remorse.
As it finally settles, after the monsoon is over,
After months and months of wind, thunder and lightning.
Yet still here, the hunter knows how to survive the monsoons.
So come wind, thunder and lightning, he will survive.