Cadence and rhyme,
This is my song.
Firm and with cloaks
I climb to the top.
In the dark of night
my muse spins out
the calm sea
without bitterness.
The virgin forest,
the idle life,
with my lovely Tony
who arises in dreams.
Hail, Conakry!
Bravo September!
Health that always
wishes you “ntum afry.”
To your health! To your health!