Where Will I Die?
Explorer of the Earth, I am never settled,
I know where home is, but I am never there,
Moving West, going North, shifting South,
Like changing seasons, my surroundings never last.
The memories stay, the people fade,
Though I am never alone, I feel more than alone.
One day, like all creatures, my light will quench,
Like the dry palm tree in the yard of the old man,
I will fall, empty-handed, rigid and dry.
The pain is not the main question,
The space and place are, for I am never settled.
May God allow me to fall on the Motherland,
Land of my ancestors, full of stories and stores of mysteries,
May Life leave me in the soil I always hoped to rest on,
Rich and fertile land as proud as its fierce women,
May Nature receive the part of me that is hers,
So my spirit flies, for a soul never dies.
When I die, may I lie, eyes to the sky,
In the arms of Alkebulan, my first and last homeland.
From the bottom of my heart, wherever I die, my love for you will keep burning like the brightest star.
