About Me

Thursday, February 12, 2009

My Bull

My bull is white the silver fish in the river,

My Bull is the shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,

My Bull is white fresh milk!

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

My bull is dark is the rain cloud in a storm.

He is the summer and winter.

Half of him is dark the storm cloud

Half of him is light the sunshine.

His back shines the morning star.

His brow is red the back of a hornbill.

His forehead is 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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