Open heavens to the silent earth
In pangs of childbirth, echoes of
The young heartbeat of morning call
At night, when the tango fades
Death songs of women die as the sun is buried
In the celebration of dirges, joyful procession
Much noise of the mortar and pestle
At the fall of Erinlakatabu (Elephant) , the Fulani(herdsman) that has much cattle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem