The Gates are widely Opened,
beside is a joyful tree
Applauding your courage.
quap, quap it claps
Movement of the Mighty,
From sand to wood she goes
sitted is she on a well Crafted stool
Her eyes, widely opened.
Ready is she, to behold her beauty
In her mind, she has her past,
Trying to measure with her expectations
hmm, she steps aside and shudder.
Roll on, keep moving.
Majestically to your throne Queen Eka,
You own the World, It is yours in time.
Walk unstoppably to your High Place.
Smile Endlessly for the day is yours,
And Yours it will remain till you fade away
Happy Birthday Ekaitte Asuquo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem