TIGRAY: The Holy Land, I long for You
(Dr.Yohannes Aberra, Novemeber,2020)
In the direction of the Morning Star,
Craving for you from too…too…too far.
Homeless in a big house, foodless in a banquet;
Friendless in a crowd, criminal in a Kangaroo court.
I feel lonely, away from you, in a place I wrongly called my own;
I am demonized, I am ostracized, for working hard until dawn.
Always suspected, frequently jailed not for what I do but for what I am;
Living like an antelope in the wilderness where the wolves roam.
I dream about your mountains Semayata, Gerealta, Alequa, and Tsebet;
The grand Tekezze which binds you from Waja and Mai-kenetal to Wolkait.
You are close to God and Allah from the beginning of time;
The blessed domiciles of the almighty in Axum and Wukro they shine.
I feel hungry for himbasha and tihlo; I feel thristy for duquwa and mes;
The wisdom of ayatantna in my head and the beauty of Tegaru women in my tears.
Your greatness spans to Rome, Egypt, Persia and Indus;
The Red Sea, the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean can witness.
Every piece of your land is strewn with relics soft and hard;
Heroes for battle, scholars for development you are endowed.
Mourn not; rejoice, beat the drum, and dance to the tune of awris;
The time is close at hand to see the bright days of bliss.