Lyrics of Zheng Jun's Ashima

When the horse bell rings, the jade bird sings

Ashma and I went back to our hometown

Far away from the house of zebbala

From then on, my mother was not sad

A bee never leaves a thorn

The bees landed on the flowers

The flute is blowing and the strings are ringing

You weave and I herd sheep

You weave and I herd sheep

My brother is like a hat over my sister's head

My sister is like a fungus growing beside my brother's big tree

When the horse bell rings, the jade bird sings

Ashma and I went back to our hometown

Far away from the house of zebbala

From then on, my mother was not sad