O old creature, mighty tower of paradise,
dancing Congo style in spherical circle
thou, from whose many ancestral race
are unite in thy magnitude womb,
how beautiful complexion are thee,
how Sweet fresh aroma of thy air,
I didn't know thee but thou beautiful
image are on our faces.
O caring mother, I feel the warms
of thou arms, I feel thy presence through
the wind. thou clothed us with thy skin,
and keep us in ease and fame.
thou make shield and provided fruit for us,
and allowing us to travel around,
discovery things for our existence.
In thee we found riches, honour and wisdom.
O merciful titan, thou bears our evil deeds,
destroyed for our evil atrocities,
of all our catastrophe; thou accepted us as
Strong Achilles of unique change
controlling powers of all creation,
knowing time and conversion of season
but thou tremble by a stranger 'Death'.
O lovely mother, what will i use to
appreciate thee, for we know that if
death are wrestle, thou will fought to
Because, thou shed tears and agony
when we pass to the great beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem