Awake, awake, awake!
From your sleep to listen to my muse;
Because, the stem of the tree is now germinating.
One touch! !
Awaken from your sleep;
To keep the truth,
With the manners and the customs of the people in your land.
The only one who really understand the life of your mother is yourself,
This love is all that i bring to you;
Able to touch your heart with the muse of the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem