Hua ta be ta (month by month)
13 January 2017
VAGI SAMUEL JNR
When will the act of gathering oneself from the debris of yesterday happen? Listen to the voice that is calling out to you from the sea, the wind, the river, the garden… can you hear your home? The most likely place I think of as an idea to find comfort in the uncertainties in life. If you can relate, I convey 2017 Lagani with a beautiful smile. A voice from the Lakwaharuan Calendar - VSJ
Listen! My people from all clans
In the abundance of noise
You have not a choice
But to acquaint with this plans
Tell your heads I am here
My name is Biriakei
I have come with Laurabada
Sent by Hitolo, our foe in terror
Tell your hearts I am here
It is I, Biriabada who brings songs of love
I have been summoned by Ori on a dove
To find Lalokau, a gift to share
Tell your souls I am here
Son of Lagani the third, Guiraura
Dressing the sea with Lahara
And Dinagu with fish inside Marogerea
Tell your hands I am here
I am Goha, the slave of Goada
I have come for you to toil the Uma
And make a fireplace for our care
Tell your minds I am here
Do not resent me? I am Lailai
I maybe short but I love Hado-hado
Toboka and Maniota is just near
Tell your spirits I am here
Your forefathers know me as Darodaro
I am radiant as the sun and humble as Lahudiho
The courage for marriage please do not fear
Tell your children I am here
I, the more powerful Darovabu
I am he who is filled with Hekokoroku
Ready the Gagama for a fruitful dare
Tell your daughters I am here
I am Veadi, the eight glorious moon
I am known for Gei-gei and a shining pool
Of Sinavai, prawns and talapia I wear
Tell your sons I am here
Take me, I am Veadi Hirihiri
Hoist the sails and trawl with Mirigini
Soar like the swaying Lagatoi steer
Tell your grandmother I am here
I am Garia, the Gwauta Huana
Of nature and man, I preserve the Revareva
On the succulent skin of a Hiri Hanenamo’s tear
Tell your grandfather I am here
Laga, noble and sanctified path-finder
Collate your offerings in the Kiapa
And cheerfully give it to the Ekalesia
Tell your Hanua-Lohiana I am here
Manumaura, the unpredictable one
I am happiness and joy
Let us feast with Kitoro all the way there
Very enjoyable Vagi.
Your poem reminds me of some of the old Celtic verse.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 13 January 2017 at 08:29 AM