Love!
Like the golden oil though the golden pipe;
Love!
With the golden reed in your Hand;
And, to measure the Temple.
Love!
With the foundation of the City;
And, with the laws of peace.
Love!
To introduce you into this great knowledge;
For, you have something to hold on to.
Man, mantra!
Walking from Tamale to Tatale in the Northern Region of Ghana;
Cheryl, he, her! !
And, providing protection for the artisans.
Clad, lad, ad!
In the land of your muse;
Love!
Like salt and light;
But, you have something to hold on to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem