I bore the pain for your conception
Labouring to strive for your completion
With yelling and wailing you finally arrived
Not without a fight for life
What a burden of joy to me
To see beyond your childhood dance
And now a man of valour different from the rest
Women flocking around to be your best
With gloomy envy I wait my turn
The first woman in your life now so burnt down
As you are the only one I ever had
Cos you father left long ago unannounced
Forget me not my dearest son
cos to get you this far I passed through the dark valley and the mountain
and now my flatten breasts that you have sucked dry
needs your warmly embraces less I cry
and when to the great beyond I finally go
Do not ever let my memory go
to your children’s children to come
Tell the tale of the love I bore
My only dying wish in a sober song
Forget me not my dearest son!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem