Hoist the mast
Time is past
Racing fast
Shadows are cast
Sailing at night
Upon blurry sight
Don't lose your might!
We will sail till daylight
The torrent is high
The storm is drawing nigh
It is THE LATER RAIN but don't ask why?
It is the cry of the sky
Shed your tears on our Land
On every grain and strand
With open hands we stand
Until you wet our Land
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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