From the sweet came the kiss!
And, from beauty came love;
Starving from this love.
To titillate your image,
How sweet is your name and your body?
Thoughtful and sincere with the muse of Africa,
Like the words from the ballroom to make you dance.
'Frontofrom'! Frontomfrom'! ! 'Nana Ebaoo'! ! !
Emission, omission, mission, commission, , transmission;
With my steps reflected by the Laws of 'Papa Africa'.
The paper and the pen,
With a comprehensive treatment of love;
Tell me your age and, i will tell you your mind.
Gold, silver and bronze!
Blue, purple and scarlet;
Of a ram's skin dyed in red,
Living with a peaceful mind in Africa.
With the muse of a goat's skin and the acacia wood;
Buds and blossoms!
Opening up to nature;
With poles into the rings of love.
Flowers of love,
A little balm and a little honey;
Thoughful and sincere with the muse of Africa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem