FEOK - The Hallowed Festival of the Bulsa
From the east, a golden-sun
rises proud and majestic,
Shining in all brilliance and delight.
His rays strike with fierce-some joy
Upon the bare brown earth, with
Not a cloud in the heavens to stay them.
Energy gushes forth in torrents,
Birds, beasts, gods, and mortals
rises proud and majestic,
Shining in all brilliance and delight.
His rays strike with fierce-some joy
Upon the bare brown earth, with
Not a cloud in the heavens to stay them.
Energy gushes forth in torrents,
Birds, beasts, gods, and mortals
Glow with vigour and intent.
The Drums sound, the flutes call,
The birds chirp, the doves coo,
Goats and sheep, rams and bulls
Bleat and moo in joyous ecstasy.
Kids and calves bray and fray
Smoke rises from cooking places.
It is Feok!
A hallowed day, a merry day;
The Drums sound, the flutes call,
The birds chirp, the doves coo,
Goats and sheep, rams and bulls
Bleat and moo in joyous ecstasy.
Kids and calves bray and fray
Smoke rises from cooking places.
It is Feok!
A hallowed day, a merry day;
Bubbly
with contentment and laughter.
Today we drink, and we eat,
We celebrate and make merry
And
dance with grace and skill
The rhythm of our land.
Like
one mighty beating heart,
The
land throbs with graceful steps.
The hills ring with voices of song
As we recall the valour and skill,
The hills ring with voices of song
As we recall the valour and skill,
The
courage and strength,
And
the charity of our fathers,
Who rose against the cowardly
Babatu and his marauding beasts;
Babatu and his marauding beasts;
And
slew and smote them across the plains.
All over the rolling fields of Sandem,
They who defied even the pale masters
Dared to raise their haughty brows
Against
the valiant sons of Atuga
And in arrogance, fought the sons of Buluk
Supposing
to add them to their haul.
But a call went forth from Acham,
But a call went forth from Acham,
A
war cry resounded around Azagsuk.
Forward march to Akumcham.
There the shields of the enemy were broken
Their muskets sufficed not to deliver them
All their warlike weapons perished
Forward march to Akumcham.
There the shields of the enemy were broken
Their muskets sufficed not to deliver them
All their warlike weapons perished
The mighty did fall, and falling, died.
The slavers were defeated and fled
In panic and disarray, screaming;
The slavers were defeated and fled
In panic and disarray, screaming;
"this
land breeds gods, not men!"
Hark the drums roll!
Hark the horns and flutes blow!
Behold the beauties of the land,
The proud mothers of the soil,
The noble fathers of the plains,
The bold youth of the country;
All file forth to the durbar.
Homes are emptied,
Neither the patriarch of five score years
Nor the infant at the breast remain.
All
join in praise of the land
Where
men are men by deeds
Recalling the delights of battle
For
the sheer love of the motherland.
The North Wind pipes the triumphant tune
The hills resound the victorious chant
The streams sing the indomitable song
The trees sway in joyous ecstasy
The hills resound the victorious chant
The streams sing the indomitable song
The trees sway in joyous ecstasy
To celebrate the gallantry of our fathers,
In the sacred dance of the ancestors
In the sacred dance of the ancestors
Raising a mighty cloud of dust to heaven.
And
chew kola nuts and tobacco;
We
shall drink the pito pots dry;
And
find us wives today;
Earth,
stop and stare!
It
is a hallowed day, a merry day!
It is Feok!
It is Feok!
7/12/2015
Super Thom! Love it
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