I am nothing,
Yet, O divine soul!
You shaped me into something.
I am a fool,
Struggling to grasp
Life’s simple truths,
My mind tangled like a restless spouse.
Yet, O divine soul!
You deem me wise,
Your elegance divine.
I am poor, poorer than the poorest,
Yet, O divine soul!
You turn the rich to foes,
Who scorn me, as your sacred
Love anoints my humble soul,
Illumining it with clarity,
You crafted me a poet.

Oh, divine soul,
Pure and radiant,
Your honesty shines,
A wellspring of power.
What if dark clouds
Gather on life’s horizon?
What if fortune’s light
Fades to a dim, dull glow?
Yet the spark of your soul
Will kindle a sun of hope,
Its rays spreading
boundless light.
Oh, divine soul,
You are a beacon
For those lost and alone,
Trapped in the shadow
Of cruel conspiracies,
Woven by hearts unkind.
Your story, a guiding star,
Offers solace and strength
To those seeking light
In this shadowed world.
Do not dim,
for your glow
Illuminates lives
Shrouded in darkness.
God crafted you unique,
A steadfast lighthouse
In the sea’s silent depths,
Guiding weary ships
Through the fiercest storms
Of the blackest night.

kogui,
Faithful, steadfast,
Working, living , dying,
For the cause of creatures on earth,
Human.

glossy black feather,
lost in the human shadow
ibis fades from sight.

Today, I will not go home,
Home, the coziest place in the world,
Filled with the laughter of children
And the smell of roasted maize.
Today, I will miss my dogs’ greetings,
Because I’ve been accused
Of a crime I did not commit—
The crime of talking with a lady,
The crime of helping a lady in trouble,
A crime declared by my lady. 
 She was the judge, and I tried
To defend my side, to prove my truth.
The rain all day is not the pain,
The cracked roads are not the strain,
But the punishment I gave myself—
To leave home for a moment of peace. 
 I will talk with my chair,
The chair that bears my burden,
Never complaining about me.
I will spend the whole night in my office,
For it feels a safer place
Than my home tonight.

garbage is everywhere,
village, city, mind or heart,
sweet dreams of bright moon

She told,
You are my ideal,
I saw myself,
A woulf  tied with
A coton thread,
Sitting by her side,