Take a breath before you speak my name,
and say it like it is the last word in the world,
Let me listen to your gentle voice, my Love.
Intoxicate me with the soft tones from your tongue,
and I will be yours, weak before your will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ek het ‘n geding gelees van ‘n “local girl” eenkeer waarin sy se: “jou naam is die diepste woord wat ek ken”…. weereens ‘n goeie gedig, al is dit kort… dit se presies wat dit bedoel en dit belowe ALLES…. mooi so my vriend.