My bull is white silver fish in the river,

White shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,

White fresh milk!

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

My bull is dark like rain cloud in a storm.

He is summer and winter.

Half of him is dark storm cloud

Half of him is light sunshine.

His back shines like morning star.

His brow is red like 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.