There are days where I sit and wonder
why the sun raises o’er Pokpok isle
and fade to sleep behind Pava’ire mountain village
without sparing a moment in Araba for a dance.
Time and seasons come and go
and still, she passes above me without heed.
Should she be my mama denying me
a hectic dance chit-chat?
No! No! My Kongara love bird, Dong’kiring-kiring,
the sun is the goddess, Barama-birama
from Boi’ra, they say swims to Tausi’na isle
and shoots to the fountains of Kavarong River
She’d says: I’d given you the Bovong,
the Kaperia, the Tumpu’kasi
and the Taraka brawling waters
for your wisdom dance; dance to the estuary.
There is dance of joy…
Dance of joy!
The sun dances in the blue sky.
You dance from the peaks to the sea.
Dance to the beautiful sea.