I may float in accordance to the wind's tempo,
I may stand in the midst of the wildest tempest,
But like the iroko, I remained unmoved.
The sky may be darkened like the frightening night
And stars falling and causing the most bizarre sight,
But like the roaring lion; i am unafraid.
Though the mountain be lowered and oceans shallowed,
Though my feet be shrunk and wings be fallowed,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem