Song of Lawino: a lament

My husband's tongue is bitter

The woman with whom I share my husband

I do not know the dances of white people

My name blew like a horn among the Payira

The graceful giraffe cannot become a monkey

The mother stone has a hollow stomach

There is no fixed time for breast feeding

I am ignorant of the good word in the clean book

From the mouth of which river?

The last safari to Pagak

The buffalos of poverty knock the people down

My husband's house is a dark forest of books

Let them prepare the malakwang dish