Common Names
Mung beans are known under a variety of names in different languages:
- Assamese: mugu dali, mogu dail
- Bengali: moog dal, moog, moong, or mongo
- Chinese: 绿豆/綠豆 (Pinyin: lǜdòu, Jyutping: luk6dau6, means "green bean")
- Burmese: pe nauk (ပဲနောက်) or pe ti (ပဲတီ)
- East Timor: monggo or munggo
- Cebuano: munggus
- Chamorro: munggo
- Gujarati: mag (મગ)
- Hebrew: maash (מש)
- Hindi: mūṅg (मूँग)
- Indonesian: kacang hijau, katjang Idju or kacang ijo (Javanese)
- Kannada: hesaru kaalu (ಹೆಸರು ಕಾಳು)
- Korean language: nokdu (녹두)
- Malayalam: cherupayar or cheru payaru
- Marathi: moog dal, moog, moong, or mongo
- Urdu: maash (ماش), moong (مونگ)
- Pashto: mai (مۍ)
- Persian: maash (ماش)
- Punjabi: moongi
- Sinhala: mung eta (මුo ඇට)
- Spanish: frijol mungo or poroto chino
- Swahili: choroko
- Tagalog: monggo or munggo
- Tamil:pachaippayaru (பச்சைப்பயறு), pāciparuppu (பாசிபருப்பு)
- Telugu: pesara (పెసర)
- Turkish: mash fasulyesi (maş)
- Vietnamese: đậu xanh
Mung bean sprouts are known as the following:
- Burmese: pe ti pin pauk (ပဲတီပင်ပေါက်)
- Chinese: 芽菜 (Pinyin: yácài, Jyutping: ngaa4coi3, means "sprout vegetable"), or 银芽/銀芽 (Pinyin: yínyá, Jyutping: ngan4ngaa4, means "silver sprouts"), and 豆芽 (Pinyin: dòuyá, Jyutping: dau6ngaa4)
- Dutch: tauge
- Cebuano: togé
- Hokkien: tāu-gê
- Indonesian: tauge or kecambah
- Japanese: 萌やし (moyashi)
- Korean: sukju namul
- Malay: tauge
- Singlish: tauge
- Sinhala: mung biija (මුo බීජ)
- Spanish: frijolitos chinos or diente de dragón
- Tagalog: togue
- Thai: thua-ngok (ถั่วงอก)
- Turkish: "mash filizi" (maş)
- Vietnamese: giá đậu or giá đỗ
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