I have seen the fibre of which
Your eyes is made to function
I have studied the movement of
Your spirit and thought it was man
But alas! Now I know better than
Before when my eyes were behind
You are made of black; real black
Fibre which command respect
I have unmasked your fate yesterday
And now you can have the beating
Of my heart which cry for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem