I look pale and miserable in pain,
Crying all day till my tears drain,
Doing everything to regain strength.

Unpleasant anguish, make me look like a corpse on a dead bed,
Laining just like a beheaded chicken.

Fainting here and there,
Unable to bear the pain.

Once again my parents look frustrated,
trying hard for a cure but disappointed,
Fighting the battle in and out but got defeated.

My mind rebounds to neither joy nor pain,
Trying to ascertain what the problem was.

My parents run day and night,
They always do what they could with all their might.

How many weeping eyes i have made to pine in woe,
How many sighting hearts i have not skill to show,
But i the prouder grew and still this spake therefore.

That neither day nor night i could take any rest.

peom: by agi fatou gai