Most bitter is the bite of hunger
which awakens you in the morning
Most bitter the price of sweat
you do not even notice
emptied…
dried out while indebted
It is even harder
to not raise, crushed by complaints
to not dream, petrified by weakness
to not reconcile, closed minded
Bitter is all that!
In the darkness of the everyday
shines Light
joy rises,
floods and vanquishes the unshelterable bile
Then rise the chants…ready
to win every day
to place their rays to history’s legacy
Sing o hills
as she the most beautiful
raises unremittingly unvanquished in war
Madagascar
Elie Rajaonarison (1951 - 2010) Madagascar
Translated by Mialy Andriamananjara
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