Come, let's follow the yellow in the rainbow
Mind not the tremor but keep firm your grip
Even if the clouds were to shake
As if their wears were to tear off
Even if the ground quakes
As if its pillars are pulling apart
With a firm grip on hope
No matter how tiny is its rope
We shall sprint to our Cape of Good Hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem