Over the vast summer hills
I shall commission the maternal sun
To fetch you with her long tilted rays,
The slow heave of the valleys
Will once again roll the hymns of accompaniment
Scattering the glitter of the milky way over the bare fields.
You will meet me
Underneath the shadow of the timeless earth
Where I lie weaving the seasons.
You will indulge in the sway dances of your kin
To the time of symphonic flutes
Ravishing the identity of water lilies.
I have opened the mountain gates
So that the imposing rim
Of the Ruwenzori shall steal your image.
Even the bubbling lips of continents
(To the shy palms of Libya)
Shall awake the long-forgotten age.
The quivering waters of the Zambezi river
Will bear on a silvery blanket your name
Leading it to the echoing of the sea.
Let me not love you alone
Lest the essence of your being
Lie heavy on my tongue
When you count so many to praise.