From the family in Eden,
You sprouted out and spread forth.
You wined and dined from the trees,
And bathed in the rivers near it.
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From the African ways,
You've tilted your nails and crawled on your kneels,
You've listened to the tales of African Myth,
And you grew in the light of its morals.
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From the riddles of Apamo,
And tales of Apagbe,
You've heard the mysteries of the world,
Surmounted them, and your smile you've passed.
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Your days shall flourish,
Like Pishon from Eden filled with gold.
You shall spread forth like Euphrate,
The source of your joy shall never be lucid to enemies like Gishon,
And grease shall oil your days like Tigris.
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TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem