Thursday, February 12, 2009


My bull is a white silver fish in the river,

White shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,

White fresh milk!

His roar is thunder to the Turkish cannon on the steep shore.

My bull is dark and rain cloud in a storm.

He is summer and winter.

Half of him is dark an storm cloud

Half of him is light like the sunshine.

His back shines like the morning star.

His brow is red like the back of a hornbill.

His forehead is like a flag, calling the people from a distance.

He resembles the rainbow.

I will water him at the river,

With my spear I shall drive my enemies.

Let them water their herds at the well;

The river belongs to me and my bull.

Drink, my bull, form the river; I am here to guard you with my spear.

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