My head is full of cicadas
Chock-a-block with Sonbeesies
Sonbeesies are Beetles of the Sun
My head is full of Sun
with Beetles
Fizzing and popping and buzzing
Bruisend en suisend
Die sjambok sweep klap
Die middelmannetjie skrik en
Prikkel Prikkel staan hy op
Hy hardloop voor die wa in pas met
Die musiek van die Sonbeesies
Beetles of Ra,
Descendants of Scarab
The Beetles of the Sand
The Pharonic Beetles of
The Great African Desert,
theirs is not a royal inheritance
rather of the music of this
Hot, dark continent iAfrika
The Sun Beetles sing from the
Thorned Acacia – monotone sopranos
A bushveld orchestra seated in
the Umbrella Thorn shading.
The Beetles of the Sun hide from
Their Father Sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem