The black one is squatting-the red one is licking
(Cooking-pot and fire)
Two tiny birds jump over two hundred trees.
The mourner has stopped weeping.
The pitying friend is still crying.
(Rain and the dripping leaves after rain)
A round calabash amongst the spear-grass.
(Moon and Stars)
We invited him to come and warm himself in the
But when we asked him to take his bath, he said
that his death has come.