And
Say to the tomb, without pride
Here the poem ends
Here identities, prayers bleed
And, look
Here also the nation is reborn
And since a country has but one language
That of its future, of its people
I will brandish my own
Though full of holes
And since we won’t exile ourselves
Or harm our land
I will be, for my nation
The eternal shepherd.
From La Saigne, published 2021 by Obsidiane. © 2021 by Bios Diallo. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2021 by Emma Ramadan. All rights reserved.