This distance is the true prison
I see only the mountains that hide your face
But, someday these mountains will fade away
Had I the wings to fly
I would fly away to you
My consolation, the thoughts
When thinking of you, remembering
Hope is my comfort, my strength
(like in the sayings of the old)
I miss you
I ask the Table of Africa
When shall all the mountains fade away
So that we can see each other again
How long shall I endure the sleeplessness
Searching in the colourless nothingness
Of dreams’ land...
Those eyes those burning stars
Faint light of black night
So high are the heavens’ blue; so far away
A smile of the sea shore…
When you walk you touch the ground
With the pride of a one that owns
You stay even though you are gone
You fill me up, yet I am not filled up at all
When shall all the mountains fade away
So that we can see each other again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely thoughts Lungelo