My bull is white the silver fish in the river,
My bull is the shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,
My bull is the white in fresh milk!
His roar is thunder to the Turkish cannon on the steep shore.
My bull is the dark in the rain cloud in a storm.
My bull is the difference between summer and winter.
Half of him is dark like the storm cloud
Half of him is light like the sunshine.
His back is the shining the morning star.
His brow is red as 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.