My song resounds with love

My song resounds with love

when the old day is dying;

it is sowing its shadows

and reaping a collections of pearls.

My song resonates with longing

while my feet roam distant lands.

My homeland is in the distant wilderness -

my song stirs with nationalism.

My song reverberates with love

while unplanned storms hasten.

I rejoice in the freedom that I no longer have

a part in the dying of a brother.