Dhondu began his song: Shining, shimmering beautiful moon, I would like to sing you a tune. White and winsome, way up high, You're the prettiest in the sky! Have you seen my cucumbers dear? They're so tasty, haven't you heard? I could eat them all day long. Won't you come and dine along? 
 bɪɡæn hɪz sɔŋ: ʃaɪnɪŋ, ʃɪmɜ˞ɪŋ bjutʌfʌl mun, aɪ wʊd laɪk tu sɪŋ ju ʌ tun. waɪt ʌnd wɪnsʌm, weɪ ʌp haɪ, ju'ɹeɪ ðʌ pɹɪtiʌst ɪn ðʌ skaɪ! hæv ju sin maɪ kjukʌmbɜ˞z dɪɹ? ðeɪ'ɹeɪ soʊ teɪsti, heɪvʌn'ti ju hɜ˞d? aɪ kʊd it ðɛm ɔl deɪ lɔŋ. wʌn'ti ju kʌm ʌnd daɪn ʌlɔŋ? 
 Indian speaks monotonously and slightly slowly in a very quiet environment with clear and close-sounding acoustics.