A New Race
In the streets of the ancient city
Kings have left their mark on the sands
Preluding the song of an empty vastness
Counting the innumerable stars of heaven.
Each sovereign power is like a palace of kinship
The bonds are tied to the great wheel of the Lord's chariot.
Fire burns, away from home, riverside talks are restless
Winds blow over thatched roofs and muddy cow-sheds.
Children gather, mothers and sons, sons and mothers.
In a distance afar, I saw the trembling of a solitary butterfly
A new race, of strong men, with faith and courage,
Of women, with knowledge and beauty, is patiently born.