With Similes and Metaphors
My bull is white like the silver fish in the river,
White like the shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,
White like fresh milk!
His roar is like thunder to the Turkish cannon on the steep shore.
My bull is dark like the rain cloud in a storm.
He is like summer and winter.
Half of him is dark like the
storm cloud
Half of him is light like the sunshine.
His back shines like the morning star.
His brow is red like the back of a hornbill.
His forehead is like a flag, calling the people from a distance.
He resembles the rainbow.
I will water him at the river,
With my spear I shall drive my enemies.
Let them water their herds at the well;
The river belongs to me and my bull.
Drink, my bull, form the river; I am here to guard you with my spear.

No Similes or Metaphors.

My bull is the silver fish in the river,
My Bull is the shimmering crane bird on the riverbank,
My bull is White, fresh, milk!
His roaring thunder to the Turkish cannon on the steep shore.
My bull is the rain cloud in a storm.
He is summer and winter.
Half of him is the storm cloud
Half of him is the sunshine.
His back is the morning star.
His brow the back of a hornbill, red.
His forehead is a flag, calling the people from a distance.
He resembles the rainbow.
I will water him at the river,
With my spear I shall drive my enemies.
Let them water their herds at the well;
The river belongs to me and my bull.
Drink, my bull, form the river; I am here to guard you with my spear.