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Mawun de Deŋ ku jal lɔ dhiɔp Ku la dhiɔp, ku la dhiɔp wadɛ̈ ka de kë lɛ̈ŋ mïth cië baai Kɔc kiëën ɣɔn dal ne ɣɛn aca ke tääu rin në buŋ dië yic Yan cïï bï lat ku ɣɛn cïï miöl oo Wun dɛɛn de Thuc Adut cïn be ya kë yan löŋ cɔɔl Adhuɛ̈ŋ dïït ɣɔn jiɛ̈l ke dhiën de wun ku bɔ̈ ku nyuuc ë rupiny acie nyin töŋ de raau ɣɛn cï kɔc thiɔ̈ɔ̈ŋ yïth ë diɛt ago kɔc ke wun de Nhial de Jɔk ago kë piŋ abï luaŋ jɔ̈ɔ̈ŋ ë lec kuɔ̈ɔ̈th Piɔ̈ɔ̈u de Makuëi ŋuɛ̈ɛ̈n de jolic ɣɔ̈ɔ̈r ci thoŋ de nyïïr ke Nuɛ̈ɛ̈r ɣɔn e piɔ̈ɔ̈u atek kɔɔr Mariar acuku tek, acuku tek ëwɔ Jɔŋ paanda ɣɔn näk miɔɔr Jɔŋ en näk Magak ee lɔ në ke wëike Ku kɔc ɣɔn tɔ̈ wutic ke ka dɛ rïŋ ku dɛ diɛt We nyïïr ee we cï ɣa kuɔny kök ee Abuk de Kuir Majöŋ de dhuɔ̈ny ku Adän de Malual Cï nyïïr ɣa yiëk alath ke ɣa cïï mïth thuɛ̈ɛ̈c ë kɔ̈ɔ̈r Aduäl Go ya nyankääi de Yäär Juac ke yï dï yɔ tɛ̈ɛ̈u thïnic ater diic ace të du Ade nyan diëën ca kuɛ̈i biɔŋ de leŋ ku cïï dhuknhom ake be yïu kɔ̈u ë waai Jäŋ da ka dïn ke yiöu yeeŋö yen ɣa thiëc miɔɔr dië ku cï thou Nyibol de wää de Deŋ ku dï piɔ̈u bï rɛ̈ɛ̈c wu ca yï kuc rin në miɔɔrdu Nyibol de wää de Deŋ ku dï piɔ̈u bï rɛ̈ɛ̈c wu ca yï kuc rin në miɔɔrdu My father's section, if I grew old! Very old, too old in the future, I will have a story to convey to my kids Those laughed at me in the past are recorded in my book I will not be abused and ilegally blamed A clan belongs to Thuch Adut, only that I talked truth among others A good man who traveled with his people, came and sat and grew like an eye of grain I sung a lot of songs of which people belong to a house of Nhial Jok keenly listened leaving flies in their faces and teeth Drilling holes on the horns of Makuei and they will remain open like the down shaw of a laddy from Nuer which is openly through for dicoration We have equally divided Marial with a small god of my father A god that killed Magak will go with its life And the people within cattle camp will remain with its meat and I shall remain with songs sung in its name Ladies you have helped so much with me Abuk Kuir Majong-de-Dhuony and Adau Malual Those who gave me clothing while children played with my belongings Including my sister of Yar Juach who could put herself in missunderstanding There is a lady whom I gave a dress for dance but did not return it back to me, she will bear consequence There are stupid people who asked me for a bull which already died My father's daughter, Nyibol Deng, don't be disappointed that I did not remember you My father's daughter, Nyibol Deng, don't be disappointed that I did not remember you An old man uses to talk to his small children over his experiences among the Dinka people. Therefore GarangDeng is asking God to protect his life so that he have time to speak to his kids Those who talk truth are sometimes disregarded in the society becuase they seem to be insulting When listening keenly, no time for keep flies away of faces and teeth remain open Holes at the horns of a bull are meant for tassels or tails of animals Death of a bull is also mourn like death of human being among the Dinka. Here Garang Deng mourns the death of his colourful bull to whom he sung for. Ladies do give for dicoration especially to singers