It was unbearable. The villagers thought their eardrums would burst. Dhondu, stop that noise, you stupid donkey! At once! the washerman shouted. Dhondu felt a blow on his back. Surrounding him were the villagers with sticks in their hands. A few had begun to beat him. Stop that horrible sound, you stupid donkey! one of the villagers barked. Dhondu's back hurt. Stop, you tone-deaf creature! No ear for music! 
ɪt wɑz ʌnbɛɹʌbʌl. ðʌ vɪlɪdʒɜ˞z θɔt ðɛɹ  wʊd bɜ˞st. , stɑp ðæt nɔɪz, ju stupʌd dɑŋki! æt wʌns! ðʌ  ʃaʊtɪd.  fɛlt ʌ bloʊ ɑn hɪz bæk. sɜ˞aʊndɪŋ hɪm wɜ˞ ðʌ vɪlɪdʒɜ˞z wɪð stɪks ɪn ðɛɹ hændz. ʌ fju hæd bɪɡʌn tu bit hɪm. stɑp ðæt hɔɹʌbʌl saʊnd, ju stupʌd dɑŋki! wʌn ʌv ðʌ vɪlɪdʒɜ˞z bɑɹkt. 'ɛs bæk hɜ˞t. stɑp, ju toʊn-dɛf kɹitʃɜ˞! noʊ iɹ fɔɹ mjuzɪk! 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice at a slightly slower pace in a quiet, almost noiseless environment. The recording is of very good quality, with minimal reverberation.