I came, I wander'd in a far away land,
searching for easy greener pastures;
I wander'd in the white man land
like an aimless wind in the sky above.
I travell'd afar off from my belov'd wife,
a wife I left as an innocent angel
with breast full of sweet milk,
but I left her to search for what will gladd'n her soul.
From the distant land,
I sent a message full of hopes to my belov'd;
I avow'd to see and feel her in my arms again
but she first felt I grab my honey first,
I relay'd my feelings to her again,
but she now told me she needed a messiah first.
I now come,
traveling down home to my wife.
Alas! Another man has bounc'd on my wife
like an eagle on a chick.
What must I do now that I am back?
I must save my wife from this man, riding on her back,
parading himself as her messiah,
for I am her true lov'd messaiah!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is good too its kind of sad but nicely written