Sun rises with shines,

That could rise beauties of the sky,

Birds flies higher and higher,

But I can’t see the sweet of the world,

Coz my heart has become an orphan,

Who lost love.

Days are the same,

Months are the same,

But what are changing are just years,

This is for you my dear.

I could smell the perfection of your sight,

But my eyes couldn’t see in dim night,

Have been suffering alone in the street,

Waiting for a shadow that can enrise my sleep.

But you never appear,

Millions of years have disappeared,

But I keep holding on,

With memories,

And hope one day you will come.

If to fall, I have fallen,

Counting the number of years that have spent,

My calculator turns to write errors,

So I’m asking myself, how can I correct this error?

But nothing to answer,

Coz I think my tears are now sour,

That none wish to wipe it.

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 (Self-translation from Kiswahili)

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