R.H. Ombo Bulan
Etiquette in the village
Scattered are stones
Stones that cannot but yearn
Stones that cannot be cracked by the beams of sun
That cannot be destroyed by water
The mountains of the village
The plains of people of Garuntuk
Their spirit is like silver
Their soul like pure gold
Cakke Bu’tu, its water is clear
Clear without match
The etiquette is the flower of the village
Our birthplace that we yearn for
An old eagle on top of a tree
It screeches at sunset
Words are plentiful
It is deeds that determine
Post a prayer as high as sky
Unroll your aspirations as wide as the plains
Leave your village to go to a far away place
Do not return before you are... thick with leaves
Admonition to my kinsmen
This admonition endures as a rock,
accomplishing its resolve.
Hot rays of sun cannot rend it
nor water wear it down.
With your whole being strive all mountains to climb and all valleys to cross.
It is our willpower and single-mindedness that determines the result.
Our integrity and
our conduct adorns our country,
the apple of our eye.
Advice of an elder
we should heed.
Words are but of little worth,
without the upheld deed.
Contribute to the country’s gain
aspiring even to the skies.
Settle in some far off place
return not until success is in your hands.