The ringing of Zanzibar, roar of giant cicadas,
Day bewitched into on a heavy wet night.
The rustle of bushes and kitchen fumes
Here is the temptation of magic, white daughter.
Unsteady fire squirrels of black-eyed children
The screams of animals from slate roofs.
You will rock the cradle, as in ancient times,
Will not discern a child from the dark.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Aleksandra. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks