Miɔɔr diɛ̈n cï teem nhom ë rɛm ke wut eei, maanomyaar, yïn cï dɔm ë rem ë piac bɛ̈n:Yool ë Kuɔl ë Biörthii, ku dɔm Agutmatuɔŋ ë Deŋ wälɛ̈n abë tuŋ gääl ë ŋɛ̈ɛ̈t de rëëk dït. Miɔɔr diɛ̈n cï dɔm nhom ë rɛm ke wut eei, maanomyaar, yïn cï dɔm ë rem ë piac bɛ̈n:Yool ë Kuɔl ë Biörthii, ku dɔm Agutmatuɔŋ ë Deŋ wälɛ̈n abë tuŋ gääl ë ŋɛ̈ɛ̈t de rëëk dït. Buɔ̈ny diɛ̈ ka dɔmë piny ë rem da, ka dɔm Gutken ëke Biöör Agutmajök, Majaŋ ë Malual ë Deŋ, ku Bol ë Col ë Bul, ku Yɔl ë Manyɔŋdït atök miɔɔr nom abë tuŋ gääl ë ŋɛ̈r ë Arɔk. Mïth aake tem tuŋ ë miɔɔr abë ciɛ̈t ke de raan cï e piɔ̈u kɔɔr. Ca gut abï riɛm kɔc weer ë tuŋ thok, Makuëi. Këda kee cieŋ de wut. Makuëi ɛɛi, wun daan cï nɛ̈k ëbɛ̈n acïn raan ë bɛɛr yup ë yom ke rïc. Dhëŋ ka wur, tënë leŋ aka wur, Makuëi, ë kuan da yic. ŋa gër wɔ nïïm ë lɛi (lɛc), Makuëi ɛɛi, wun dɛɛn cï nɛ̈k ëbɛ̈n acïn raan ë bɛɛr yup ë yom ke rïc. Repetition of the whole song (BolDeng_14JAN10_part1_chunk8_741to868 My ox whose head (horn) has been cut by the youth of the cattle camp, the white-headed one; you've been tied down by the new generation, led by Yool Kuol Biorthi, and caught by Agutmatuong Deng, my uncle, till the horn was suitably curved for a bulky bunch (of tassels). My ox whose head (horn) has been caught by the youth of the cattle camp, the white-headed one; you've been tied down by the new generation, led by Yool Kuol Biorthi, and caught by Agutmatuong Deng, my uncle, till the horn was suitably curved for a bulky bunch (of tassels). My ox is caught down by my age-mates, caught by Gutken with Bior Agutmajok, Majak Malual Deng, and Bol Chol Bul, and Yol Manyokdit, cut the head (meaning horns) till the horns curved into Arok's style. The guys cut the horn of the ox (till it squirted) like a person who has been nauseated. I killed a cow (for fun/sport) till blood sprinkled on people, Makuei. Ours is the normal way of living. Makuei, our camp (members) has all killed (cattle for prestige), so that nobody cracks bones (while eating meat) from the cattle slaughtered by by their age-mates. That's how prestige is. That's how drum (dancing) is, Makuei, in our generation. Who then will cross before us in the field of reputation. Makuei, our camp (members) has all killed (cattle for prestige), so that nobody cracks bones (while eating meat) from the cattle slaughtered by their age-mates. Repetition... Dinka pastoralists identify a young bull, transform it into a pet by castrating it and curving the horns to grow into unique shapes. When still a calf, the tip of the left horn is sliced downwards and that of the right one sliced upwards so that both curve in opposite directions, as mentioned in the song. The process involves a lot of struggle. For a young man to prove that he has come of age to get a nickname for prestige, he must spear a cow or bull to death. Examples of such names in this songs are Agutmatuong (killed an egg-like or white bull), Agutmajok (killed a white bull/ox marked on the head and tail with black patches), Gutken (killed an egret-like or white cow). NB: The person addressed as Makuei in the song is not a human being. It is his favourite ox, which Bol or any other Dinka man assumes to be his closest friends, to whom conversations or any communication is dedicated. Repetition...