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Roar my bull

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By Atok Dan

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Roar my bull,

Roar Maker-thiangdit

Roar again in the pasture with lions

The pitch of your voice solaces the bereaved

The source of sleepless night to villagers,

Cry the arsenal that liberates us of fear

Bellow for the needy kids to rejoice,

The drum of harvest

Thunder in autumn rains

Roar Maker-thiangdit

Roar again, roar my bull

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Roar betrayer of night witches

In the dead of lonely night

Whenever I hear your voice,

It’s time to wobble about with your peg but verve

Truly can you be called piano that fascinates passersby?

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Roar my pride, roar bull,

Your voice frightens owl of the night

The evils that village fear

When I yank you for water,

I gird for danger with my spear

My lung boils in heat of the sun

For none has ever existed

The roaring of thunderstorm,

In autumn rains

Roar again, roar Maker-agany

The exhilarator of village girls,

The entertainer of deaf

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Roar my bull, roar Maker-agany

The monitor lizard,

Your voice deprives birds in the nests

You wake them in the middle of dead nights

The watch keeper of our village

The pride that my generation envies,

Roar with elephants Maker-thiangdit

Roar king of crawling reptiles

At river bank,

Roar tower of pride

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Roar king of crawling reptiles

Comparing the natural patch on your back,

It is the strip of earthly Milky Way

A back dotted with poor artistic design,

It is you Maker-thiangdit,

It is you my bull

In pursuit of lucrative pasture,

We invade foreign toch with our spears,

To let you graze in abundance

Roar my bull

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