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Añara Jeme - Verse #2 (Jirem Buñansaηab)

Close translation:

Don't you worry about us men.
Man, you're never pretty,
But its not your doing.

Shorty,
A knife and his cow's call,
He is known for both.

Noisy little Fanding,
He is entering.

Next year he makes the python leave.
But not for python fruit.

Liar and mourner run head down.
Diaper for one, loin cloth for the other.

Deep voiced as aged honey.

Lively runner,
rebirth is a guess, there below.

Juju Bure, the dancer's whisk
Is sacred as the washing forest.


Broad translation:

Don't you worry about us men.
Man, you're never pretty,
And its not your doing.

Who will leave his house because he's ugly?
You'll never hear of it.
A woman should be pretty, for she wants divorce.
'Go, woman, you are ugly. You don't live here.'

Shorty, small man, just so high and no good.
A knife and his cow's call,
He is known for both.

Call goes up and so does his knife.
He throws the knife and they talk.
The punk touches up people,
And that's why men fight.

Noisy little Fanding,
He is entering.

The knives of Bassen Futa killed him.
He went there in anger, and they chopped him to bits.
So we say, 'You eat anger.
Courage for what?
Today you are entering.'

Next year he makes the python leave.
But not for python fruit.

Tangled gravediggers.
Make an exit and he goes out.

Liar and mourner run head down.
Diaper for one, loin cloth for the other.

Liar runs to lie,
Mourner runs to wail.
The mourner ties her cloth.
Take a diaper and tie the liar's mouth.

Deep voiced as aged honey.

Lively runner,
rebirth is a guess, there below.

Juju Bure, the dancer's whisk
Is sacred as the washing forest.

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