In My Father's Land
I hate it although that's my side story.
The breaking of the chains
The knitting of myself on the ground
The subjection to the crucibles of questions:
Of what reason should my going be?
Oh my good home!
The love of my homeland
The love of my brothers and sisters
The friendship shared with people of my homeland
This becomes my response in the land of aliens.
Love felt and sustained
In my heart there is joy at the thought of my home
Moved with tears if denied to come home
In vain do I live outside the city happiness
A place of rest
The company of the abandoned.
Oh my good home.
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