A big and glowing Sun arise from the East
When the sea is dark still, when the fisherman sails
a buginese boat fills with seafarers from a far-away land
they bring silk saroong, scallops, mandarese oil, and tamarines
race with the ray, juggling with the ocean's wave
those bravehearts, hot boiled blood
join the caravan from unknown places, buy foreign spices and mirror or beads
luban jawi, kain flores, gula kelapa or elephant's ivory
then they trade it again to the hokkian-chinese
the wind is coming, telling everyone the rain is on her arrival
let us welcomed her, wakkaq weroe, by tighten the cargo and rise up the kateer
we are the wonderer in this world
the descendant of great nomads
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