The winds blew forth and back
With a silent whisper over the land
The clouds raced clearing the sky
For the landing of 'Mzee'
The sky darkened
Roaring from the pain
Of the declining torrents
A cry fell over the land
As word went round
The wind carrying the grief
Of the whisper 'mzee is dead'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem