Like the times of the past;
And like a prophet floating around with the wind.
To the forest,
With the Bushmen;
Meeting old and new faces,
Like rivers and streams.
Of the games!
Cede to;
With the playing time.
Valour, velour!
Like a prophet floating around with the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem