I remember Lebui, Silly Man of Kayan Lung

(A Memory of Storytelling on the Awa)

Te' nah Lebui, says Mok Ya,

Her eyes glowing,

Was it with glee?

O Lebui!

That silly man of Kayan lung.

Children sat enchanted,

As the evening skies bore witness,

On the verandah-awa,

Where memories softly linger,

O Lebui, that naivety of a man!

As far as that river goes,

Lebui and his silly lore,

Mok Ya voice lingers,

Though many years have passed,

A time when she told the story,

of Lebui, that silly man of Kayan lung.

Wan, R (May 26, 2026)