When man was fashioned and was created,
He walked round the world from end to end
Surveying the land and all that God has planted;
But he saw no joy which the heart could commend.
Eternal Father seeing him in such loneliness
Decided to solicit him with a companion,
And to make it man's greatest joy and happiness;
From both flesh and bone, she did god fashion.
Our people would always say; 'all that sweeteth killeth'
Thus, this sweet solicitor became man's first woe
And from that garden of grace was man chased out
Now in enmity, rebellious, defiant and God's foe.
Then I begin to wonder if that companion is woe-man
Or what God had initially wished and made as woo-man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem