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THE MAGNIFICENT BULL
My bullis whitelikethesilverfishintheriver,
W hit e li k e t h e s hi m m e ri n g c r a n e bi r d o n t h e ri v e r b a n k
Whitelikefresh milk!
Hisroarislikethundertothe Turkishcannon
o n t h e s t e e p s h o r e.
My bullis darkliketheraincloudinthestor m.
Heislikesummerand winter.
Half of hi mis darklikethestor mcloud
Half of hi mislightlikesunshine.
His backshineslikethe morningstar.
His browisredlikethe back ofthe hornbill.
Hisforeheadislike aflag, callingthe peoplefro m
a distance.
Herese mblestherainbow.
I will waterhimattheriver,
With myspearIshalldrive myenemies.
Letthe m watertheir herds atthe well;
Theriverbelongsto meand mybull.
Drink, mybull,fromtheriver;Iamhere
toguardyou with myspear.
Dinka poe m,
translator unkno wn
