In dark sleep slumbers the street,
I hear the knock of night repeat
'Abani, are you there? '
It rains here all the twelve months
clouds like cows perambulate
the green reluctance of crabgrass
impedes the gate-
In the distant voyaging grief
of the half-waking heart I sleep
to hear the sudden knock of night
'Abani, are you there? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem