It’s february the sixth today,
and I will tell you, if I may;
that on this day,
not far away,
someone will have their national day.
I have a flag most red and blue,
and green and yellow it is too,
in the middle
as a riddle
The sun and the moon.
They’re both in the same,
ans gathered they became,
a circular shape
as fitted with tape
to the flag as a burning flame.
A symbol of the sámi people,
their struggle to become equal,
to the other
and their mother
the nature of the polar steeple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem