Ngia Ngara

The sound of the budjaan chirping in the gundu
Ngia ngara the djarambunga brushing against each other in the gundu
Ngayagang connected to the nguru through ngouw and djumbaga.
The wuri pierces through the ganbi filled air we meet at a memorial to meditate for our bangawangaal.

The sound of the birds chirping in the tree
I hear the leaves brushing against each other in the tree.
I am connected to the land through blood and tree roots.
The sun pierces through the smoke filled air, we meet at a memorial to meditate for our ancestors.