'Is he sick? '
No, he is not;
'Is he asleep? '
Yes, he is;
And come and see where my lover lays hie head.
His name is Mahama and,
I am the one for him;
But, in a garden party i will sit and wait for him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow such loneliness in the palm of Mahama....Thank you.......>> :)