Confidence of an Immortal Part.2

I consent boastful that you can look at me,
However, it is utopian to keep me.

Do not wait for me in the pitfalls of the turns,

My path is right and devoid of torment.

Do not multiply me by penalties on tortures,

I am an absorbing element of nature.

You will deprive me of walking and studying,

But never to advance, to know and to pray.

You can cut short my health and gas,

But never to my influence and existence.

I do not underestimate your fortress,

I admit that you are as hard as my weakness

As long as you have divorced with pity

To preach the idolatry of enmity.

You have tried in vain to promote the indigestible,

I remain flexible, clairvoyant and modest.

Speak to me I remain an eloquent mute.

Visit my ego, discover a conscious madman.

Wolves follow your animosity,

The world melts, so you sell your fraternity.

Take back your conscience, do not kill the immortal,

Who speaks to you is not a man as such.

Intimate antagonist; Do not persist,

It is high time to get rid of the wrong steps.

You have made yourself ladder of the poor subordinates,

Let them climb, do not make them look dull,

Do not block your stifled voices

Of those in boiling oil are heated.

Be sagacious and perspicacious to find that:

Humanism will only cost you altruism.

Wildness is woven with selfishness.

Submission to the law is a precious gift.

Honor and glory crown pardon.

With amenity one can be tamed

Thus will occur the expected unity.

As for my ancestors whose life you shortened,

I have made a clean sweep of every crime committed.

I forgave you.


ADAMA KONATE

“THE WALKING GIRL”

When the breeze swells your two silk robes, 
You look like a goddess clothed in clouds. 

When you pass, the flowers of the mulberry trees breathe you. 

When you carry lilacs that you have gathered, they tremble with joy. 

Circles of gold hug your ankles. Blue stones gleam at your belt. 

A bird of jade has made its nest in your hair. 

The roses of your cheeks are placed in the immense pearls of your necklace.

 When you look at me, I see the river flow. 

When you speak to me, I hear the music of the wind of my country. 

When a rider meets you, at dusk, He believes that it is already the dawn and immobilizes his horse. 

When a beggar sees you, he forgets his hunger.