Why does the moon eclipse the sun,
When its time is still undone?
Why does lightning reveal the night,
When our atmosphere appears bright?
Why does Sango lie awake,
When towns repose toward daybreak?
Its creeks have ceased flowing,
And its birds are not soaring.
Its infant babes do not weep,
And neither can its mothers go to sleep.
Its sons sit pensive,
And its visitors remain reflective.
A wick from its candle has been blown out,
And one of its seeds has ceased to sprout.
The whirlwind that made its children hide,
Has swept its son beyond the tide.
The ground its children entrusted their feet to,
Has claimed a child as one of its crew.
Why does Sango lie awake?
Why does it shake?
The night is cold,
The bell has tolled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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