Go warn the putrid matter
Not to smell and the fly not to buzz
In that arena
A palm wine taper's mouth should
Often not open
Or should his hands fling at a passing bee
He will be stung
His lips swollen
And his mouth quiet
The stinging bee will die after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a fascinating picture you created here.