My songs of sorrow and tales of woe
now sings melodiously in the ears of my foes
lip to lip and ear to ear they laugh as I sink
for not a soul in my favour would blink
I have travelled each and every highways
in search of greener pastures but had only dark days
I ran to the East but was pushed to the West
North and South would not shelter my bones; be I first
I hid beneath the to be sheltered by its branches
but there was no hope even in churches
I climbed to the tree top but on the ground landed
left alone to die on the seashore stranded
I toiled on the soil, cultivated and harvested
only to find my crops pest infested
I turned to the East but the rising sun burnt me
I ran to the West at sunset but darkness blindfolded me
I pleaded with the weather but the South rain hjad me drenched
I walked with the North but the heat and thirst I had not quenched
I went into the jungle but the beasts gnarled at me
resigned to fate, i said ''what will be will be''
Just then, I beheld glimmering and shimmering a divine favour
heavenly wage fopr my intense labour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem