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

Confidence of an Immortal #P.1

I want to shout out loud to the deaf voluntarily

Whoever refuses to listen to me wants to be silent.

This explosive defuses the boy.

Who makes war his beloved ornament.

This ax hurts the obstinate heart

All enchanted to see my person mined.

This extinguisher calms the inflamed spirits

Pretended to injure my lame reputation.

You! Waterproof core, hive without door;

How dare you to swell like that?

For a long time you have been ecstatic with my sobs,

Your blows assail me in my retreat on the island.

My tears drove you like a picturesque fall,

Nevertheless, my Lord liquefies your soldiery.

Your wickedness amplifies my love,

Your ferocity stimulates my affection,

Far from inciting me to reactions of violence,

Your eccentricities rinse my tolerance.

You made my patrimony your medal

And I have always ignored reprisals.

You strut in the sumptuous castles

Whose pillars are we; Beggar with unctuous hearts.

If you knew who hoisted you on this great throne,

You would become a good woman and I would be your patron.

In spite of the hymn on the theft of my due,

My silence keeps you constantly hanging.

Reason duly, do not do the seraph *!

Know that your hegemony is not endless.

(Is it that)

The sky gave me full freedom

Allow me to face you with pride.

You hate me, I agree with my colleague,

But your limits on me are very clear;

Take away my eyes, my soul will see thee,

And he will set you up as he pleases.

Undoubtedly, it is your rights to see me,

Yet you are not likely to have me.

ADAMA KONATE