A dark calabash that was once full is now cracked and dry,
Like a shattered gourd, it can never be revived,
The pieces lie scattered, sharp as thorns.
It's a reflection of love that has lost its warmth and color.

A bittersweet melody fills the air as memories linger.
Echoes of joy are now accompanied by the pain of nostalgia.
The feeling of longing is like a kraal that has been hollowed out.
A longing for something that cannot be replaced,...