First Elegy - Poem by Ndre Mjeda
When I am exhausted
By the tribulations of age, steep like a cliff,
Feel no pain for me, Taze,
Stretched out on the bier,
A lamb ready for sacrifice.
Let the old women mourn over me that day
For their own people long since dead.
And one more request, my wife:
When my father died, we slaughtered two oxen
To feed the starving - and the ants of the threshing-floor
But I shall die amidst people who are
So at my wake serve
Only bitter coffee.
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