Rainy quietness stole the lights of darkness,
These drops of water written in the rivers of milk
Came with the renewal of a life’s doing.
Rain affected us when we saw the lights of the dark people,
A man arrived from adventure to loudly proclaim
What women wanted from afar.
The best of the heroes realised a settlement
Of offerings, and the reality of a soldier is complete.
The rains came with a blessing with hope of return,
Angry torrents of water bestowed a peace forming into
An angrier cloud, the one cloud that gave birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem