The night is awfully silent Under the floating clouds dew drops are without count Oh, I feel sad, so sad to think of companion of old I’d hoped together we’d always get But alas! Who’d have guessed a lifetime of regrets? I lie and toss, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot fall… More TIRED
New courage filled each hero’s heart With rare passion countless blades descended on the foe And the firing mortars, thick like grass, were rent apart Our patriots routed enemy forces in rows. Read down the names through all the years, Of Generals that masses hold in awe Than Ole Kisio you will not find among… More GENERAL OLE KISIO (SEPTEMBER 3-1954)
The first signs of August moon brightens the sphere The expansive lands spread till they meet up with the infinite sky The winding rivers are full and clear Songs of frogs and crickets rise up to pierce clouds high At the terminus we’re alone, our sleeves are wet We face each other holding hands, too… More LOVER’S HEART BREAK
Rĩrĩa ihinda rĩa kinyire Rĩa kuganĩra ũhoro, rĩakinyire Kuganĩra ũhoro rĩa kinyire Norĩo thiriti itῦ nawe yathirire Thiriti itῦ yathirire. Rĩrĩa ihinda rĩa kinyire, Rĩa kuganĩra ῠhoro rĩa kinyire Witũ wendo nawe norĩo wathirire, Mĩrĩ na ngoro citũ cia thũranire. Mĩrĩ na ngoro citũ cia thũranire.
You listen so well, so kindly to my pity Turning in different directions, it’s the hour we loathe Tonight the ridges will separate us And then, when we have parted awhile, grief anew And As I always am with your love in my heart Many irksome dates will pass in bitter rue before we again… More MY HEART
The July air is unusually clear The young moon is bright with white beams There is plaintive sound of rustling winds in my ear Gurgling noises can also be heard issuing from sighing streams. My longing at this hour is profound But not as the floating clouds that seem to have no end
We seldom texts exchange Fewer calls still do we make The first flowers of the season are now advanced with age Yet from our steep, steep sorrow I do not awake My temple is wrinkled, my hair thin from pressing cares Thoughts of you mostly veils me with despair When I’d thought together we’d always… More FULL OF REGRETS