Ye Hidase Gideb ገ ኢ ጎርፉ
You shouldn’t be surprised that the place
you always sought, and now have been given,
carries with it a certain disappointment.
Imprisoned by tradition,
Shackled by religion,
Impotent by myth,
Blinded by neighborhood.
Sitting under the mango tree shade,
Watching the enormous but gentle River Nile,
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
I wish I were a turtle,
To lay my eggs so fertile
And trudge away and never look back
My progeny to find their destiny
Winter arrives. Shining dictation
the wet leaves give me,
dressed in silence and yellow.
I am a book of snow,
Your clock’s been turned to zero,
though there is no zero on a clock.
ወንዙ ጓራቸን ሲፈስ
የተስፋይቱ ሃገር ስንደርስ