Xoma Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Bring me one who plays the harp of love and,
I will show you the way to the love-garden of joy!
But, i require a watchman for my precious home.
Wind, rain! !
the water of love suddenly flooded and watered the garden of love;
Like a special message to my country men and women,
However, the rivers will be full on this love.
The sun is now covered by a cloud and the moon has lost its light!
And like Xoma your friend who made the bed of love ready for the night;
But, bring me one who plays the harp of love and,
I will show you the way to the love-garden of joy!