For so long i had longed to bore a seed of my own.
Lamenting and yearning for a manly sweet leaf to water my womb and nourish the seed of my pot.
Oh! Lord! How long shall i weep my armour out?

Oh! I am like a valley without water
My dessert is so dry - Like a plant longing for rain
I am longing for a palm to call my own
How long shall i wait for my...