Perched in a mother’s belly
Soft fur and breasts make comfort
As thud of mother’s gallop makes music
A monkey’s baby prettily holds on.
Mo, mo, moo,
A cow’s longing for her young one
In the cow’s shed a farmer guides the calf,
The cow’s breast heaves and itches
For the calf’s mouth
A mother’s sight is a song to the calf.
Give me yams, yams, yams
That I would hunger no more
Give me water that I would thirst no more
It is all but food for soul
As babies cry me warmth and nectar,
Give me love that I would thirst
And hunger no more
Love, Love, Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply pat the calf on its forehead and give some grass it will show its love to you