Stradu ta sperah kung bos, tigri soneh.
Tudu jenti pun podih ingkontrah kung eli.
Tudu jenti pun mistih kazah kung eli,
mulera kung korpu dos-dos,
korsang kung alma dos-dos.
Dos-dos ta andah, sempri –
bos, kung bos sa sombra,
skundeh na almari,
skuleh antis di bos sa nasimintu,
sempri ta skutah, ngua kung otru.
Jenti sempri ta skutah, liang keninu.
Nenang kuniseh,
mas nteh presizu kuniseh.
Ja kuniseh, antis di bos sa nasang.
Tudu lugah stradu.
Tudu lugah teatru.
Tudu lugah ta sperah kung bos.
Asih prendeh gritah, gatu grandi.
Asih prendeh falah kung boka dosi,
boka agudu, boka di rikeza.
Prumiru dah boka kung muleh kung omi;
dispois, dah smola kung bos sa saiki,
kung tudu jenti teng alma smol;
pra fing, dah bos sa ramedi kung isti mundu diskentadu,
fazeh troku pra tudu bringkadora-bringkador
inda ta buskah olotu sa skritura pra amiang sa bringku
fikah na infernu di tempu ta beng.
Kauzu nteh tempu, trigera machu,
liang di mar, gatu ta bai, gatu ta beng;
tudu presta ta trukah,
presta logu kabah;
amiang sa bringku ta chomah kung bos,
kauzu fortuna ta dartah,
mar ta subih,
seu ta churah.
Korsang animu tona, Harischandra.
Korsang animu tona, Ali Baba.
Korsang animu tona, Leandro, Lizarda.
Korsang animu tona, Minstrels di tudu banda kung ranchu Singapura.
Stradu ta chomah birah tudu eli sa tigri,
kada ngua di eli sa liang.
Pichah nanggora bos sa gatu di olu –
abrih panu, komesah bringkah pra mundu.
The stage awaits you, dreamtiger.
Every person can meet you,
and every person must marry you,
mind and body both,
heart and soul both.
Both walk together, always –
you, and your shadow,
hidden in the closet,
chosen for each other before your birth,
always watching, one over the other.
Everyone is always watching, little lion.
You have not yet recognised it,
but there is no need to.
It was recognised before you were born.
Every place is a stage.
Every place is a theatre.
Every place is waiting for you.
So learn how to roar, big cat.
Learn how to speak with a sweet mouth,
a sharp tongue, a cave of riches.
First give your mouth in kisses to women and men;
after that, give alms to your psyche,
and to every person who has a smol soul;
finally, give your service back to this feverish world,
and stand in for every player
still searching for their scripts for tomorrow’s play,
set in the hell of the time that is coming.
And there is no time, male tigress,
lion of the sea, cat that is going, cat that is coming;
everything is changing,
everything will end;
tomorrow’s play is calling you,
because destiny is melting,
the seas are rising,
heaven is weeping.
Return to us with a heart of courage, Harischandra.
Return to us with a heart of courage, Ali Baba.
Return to us with a heart of courage, Leandro, Lizarda.
Return to us with a heart of courage, Ministrels of every Singaporean land and band.
The stage is calling back every one of its tigers,
every one of its lions.
Do not close your colorful eyes –
let the curtain rise, and let the play for the world begin.