Long Afrikaans Poems
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Afrikaaps
Die oggend is nat
hul lop op hul gat skool toe
die klokkie het kla gelui
is omdat hulle nie
tuissie gedoen nie
lag hulle uit
Afrikaans Translation
Dit het gereen
die kinders loop stadig skool toe
alhoewel die skool klok gelui het.
Hulle het nie hul huiswerk gedoen nie.
Ons lag vir hulle.
English Translation
It has rained
the morning is wet
school kids are slowly
trampling to school
though the school bell
has rung.
They have not completed
their homework.
We are laughing at them.
[Poet’s Note : The direct translation of the second line in the Afrikaaps version would be : “They are walking on their buttocks to skool.”
The direct translation of the last line in the Afrikaaps version would be :
“Laugh at them” or “make fun of them” or
“laugh until they leave.”
Notice how more colourful, jiving and idiomatic the Afrikaaps version is. Because of its origin in Cape Slavery lingo, Afrikaaps attempts to make light of daily life.This was a slave coping mechanism. ]
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He grew up in the bay area
Bad to the bone
Tattooed out
Yeah he something to talk about
I love him to deaf
California baby
California baby
He is my California Baby He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Spanish) Te quiero
(Germany) inch liebe dich
(Italian) ti amo
(French) Je t’aime
I’ am glad to call him mine
Every headlight I see when I am driving
I be wishing it was you
And I' am definitely thinking about you
Always
Trust you, Trust me
Trust you, Trust me
With all my heart
Never disrespect me
Or called me out my name
Always encouraging me to do my best
Love like this
Most people would think it was blind love
Will if it’s blind love
Then let me be blind
Because it feels so
good when
I’ am with you
Words that I want to say
it can be hard
To say
But its something that I’ am willing to go
through with you
I go through it with you
I don’t mind calling you mine
It’s’ even worse when we part from each other
I miss him like crazy
He is my air that I breathe
He is my ride and die
He is my death do us part
That’s how much
I’ am in love with him
I love you
California baby
California baby
He is my California baby
He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Afrikaans) Ek is lief vir jou
(Bulgarian) Obicham te
(Mandarin) Wo ai ni
(Czech) Miluji te
He is my California Baby
By Shaniki Smith
Title: California Baby
Date: November 27, 2018
[Afrikaans Poem with English Translation]
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My lippies is asvaal van koud
Weskaap hou van ysdruppels in die wind
als gaan goed met Tafelberg
in Houtbaai ly die mense honger
en wag vir sout
Tog gaan my heup op en af in die oggend
soos ek ‘n kleurvolle kundalini verlang
of sewe oop chakras as ek bewe
wanneer die pyn rond my liggaam hang
Agter die wolke is Son daarem daar
verby yster voorhek stap kindertjies nog skool
die mint groei wragtig wild
terwyl Madiba vir ons stukkend lag !
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[English Translation ]
Lips ash grey of cold
Western Cape enjoys icicles in its wind
Table Mountain is calm
in Hout Bay people are starving
waiting for salt
Nevertheless my hips rise and fall at dawn
longing for a colourful kundalini
or seven open chakras as I shiver
whilst pain hangs around body
Behind clouds the Sun still shines
pass iron frontgate children still walk to school
the mint grows profusely
while Madiba roars with laughter !
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[Poet’s Note : Madiba is the fond South African name for ex President Nelson Mandela. Psychics often see him roaring with laughter in the fifth dimension]
Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê
Maar waar begin ek nou
Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen
Om steeds my arms om Pa te vou
Maar nou is Pa weg
Na ‘n plek waar Pa tog graag wou wees
Bo by Liewe Jesus
Maar bly steeds hier by ons in gees
‘n Man met ‘n hart van goud
Wie slegs goeie dinge oor mense kon sê
‘n Bonatuurlike liefde vir ons
En wie slegs die beste vir sy kinders wou hê
Streng het ons grootgeword
Maar dit was oor Pa lief was vir ons
En alles wat ek as Pa se dogter wou hê
Was dat ek Pa se hart van trotsheid laat bons
Nou is ons Pa en Ma se maatjie weg
Ons belowe om mekaar te ondersteun
En aan die herinneringe te hou van ‘n besonderse man
Wat God slegs vir ons kon leen
‘n Man met ‘n Hart van goud
Dit is hoe ek Pa altyd sal onthou
En nou is dit tyd om totsiens te sê
Al wens ek, ek kon steeds my arms om Pa vou
*Dear PoetrySoup Members. I apologise to those of you who does not understand Afrikaans, but this poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who is Afrikaans. She told me a little bit about her father who recently passed on and I decided to put it together in a poem for her. I hope you guys do not mind. TS poetry was an absolute gem and translated what I wrote in my poem in his comment below. Thank you TS Poetry*
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Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian,
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish, Kip - Dutch, Kanaliha - Estonian, Manok - Filipino,
Kana - Finnish, Galiña - Galician, ??t?p???? - Greek, ??? - Hebrew, ???? - Hindi, Csirke -
Hungarian, Kjúklingur - Icelandic, Ayam - Indonesian, Sicín - Irish, ?? - Japanese,
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Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian,
?????? - Russian, ???????? - Serbian, Kuracie - Slovak, Kuku - Swahili, Kyckling - Swedish,
??? - Thai, Tavuk - Turkish, ????? - Ukrainian, Gà - Vietnamese, Cyw Iâr - Welsh,
????? - Yiddish, Huhn - German, Frango - Portuguese, Poulet - French, Pollo - Italian,
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Form:
Peace is possible. Let's embrace it fully and globally.
Note: The symbols for other languages will show up as ?.
Peace
By Michelle Morris
28/01/2023
Peace is possible
It isn't just a symbol
We need to embrace it
Within ourselves
Between each other
Between our nations
Whatever language we choose
Let us choose peace
Arabic (Chad, Sudan, Syria)
Salam
????
Bengali (Bangladesh)
??????
Santi
Chinese
Hépíng
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English (South Sudan)
Peace
French (Burkina Faso, Burundi, Central African Republic, Chad, France, Republic of Congo)
Paix
German
Frieden
Hebrew
???????
Italian
Pace
Japanese
Heiwa
??
Pashto (Afghanistan)
????
Persian
???
Russian
???
Mir
Somali
Nabad
Afrikaans (South Africa)
Vrede
Spanish
Paz
Ukrainian
???
Myr
Xhosa (South Africa)
Uxolo
Zulu (South Africa)
Ukuthula
If I keep saying it in as many languages as possible, maybe it will reverberate through the Universe and people might embrace inner peace, and start to treat each other better
Peace be with you and in you
Peace be with me and in me
Peace be with us and in us
Peace is possible
Let's embrace it fully and globally
Let us embrace it together
Now
Blessings, love and light
© Michelle Morris, 2023
In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real.
I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired by Archangel Ariel who is the Lioness of God.
English:
To my beautiful African lionesses
Zulu*:
Ezintombini zami ezinhle zase-Afrika
Afrikaans*:
Aan my pragtige Afrikaanse leeuwyfies
Xhosa*:
Kwiingonyamakazi zam ezintle zaseAfrika
Swahili*:
Kwa simba zangu warembo wa Kiafrika
Arabic*:
??? ?????? ?????????? ????????
'iilaa labawaati al'afriqiaat aljamilat
French*:
A mes belles lionnes d'Afrique
Portuguese:
Para minhas lindas leoas africanas
Yoruba*:
Si awon abo kiniun mi l?wa
Igbo*:
Nye nd? nne m mara mma
Hausa*:
Zuwa ga kyawawan zakoki na Afirka
My beautiful African lionesses
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2023
There is a lioness within
Every African woman's heart
She often has to hide it
Lest the Dark ones want its spark
But it cannot remain hidden
For she will always stand tall
Walk with grace and beauty
So much courage through it all
That lioness is there with her
Like her ancestors by her side
They give her strength and forebearance
To take this life path in her stride
All the pain and the sacrifice
All the grief and the sorrow
It is washed away into the river
Only good is there for tomorrow
The waters ebb and flow
Like our mountain roads towards home
We shall build our communities
Share our wisdom and our rainbows
We are not forgotten, dear ones
Africa is the cradle of mankind
Our seeds have scattered with the wind
To nurture and develop resilient minds
For we are humble and gentle
We are powerful and mighty
The Sun sees our warmth
The Moon knows our kindness
For we are blessed and guided
We share knowledge and history
Our empathy and compassion
Creates Ubuntu in our region
The Angels and Archangels are here
They surround us with Light and love
For Africa, her time is coming
To help us with life on Earth
Oh, my beautiful African lionesses
Take heart that all your prayers are heard
Your tears fall and spring forth new life
Throughout Africa and this world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
My mum past away in 2003, she wrote this hymn that year in our Home
Language (Afrikaans) I tried to translate it in a poem.
I heard Your voice.
When You call, come to Thee.
With My blood I will set you free.
I heard Your call, Lord.
Here am I, at the cross, I am lost.
But now I know, I am at home.
I will come with all my weaknesses.
You provide me, strength and,
Cleanse me from all my sins.
Safe me, time and time again.
It’s only You, that can complete me,
The work You begin.
With Your grace I can reconcile,
So that darkness do not win.
[Afrikaans Poem with English Translation]
Ek onthou jou toe die spiese naby my was,
En die swaarde het uit my bloed gedrink.
Maar ek wou die swaarde soen,
Soos hulle gegrom het soos jou helder glimlag.
Ek is dronk van die rooiwyn van jou liefde,
So van so 'n dronkaard.
Moenie die hart vra oor die geheim van my hart nie,
Want liefde binne ons... kan nie met die tong uitgespreek word nie.
English Translation
I remember you when the spears were near me,
and the swords drank from my blood.
But I wanted to kiss the swords,
as they wave like your bright smile.
I am drunk on the red wine of your love,
so from such a drunkard.
Don't ask the heart about the secret of my love,
because love within us... cannot be expressed with the tongue.
* Dear PoetrySoup members. I wrote an Afrikaans poem and I understand that many of you do not understand the Afrikaans language and I wrote the English Translation of this poem. Enjoy reading my poem.
An unanswered, Hallelujah
Our soul says, yes!
My soul says, yes!
Leluya, Leluya
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Haleluta, Haleluta
Hallelujah
Haleluy, Haleluy
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Alhamd Lilaa, Alhamd Lilaa
Hallelujah O’ Glory
Hallelujah
Halleiuja, Hallejuja
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Halleiuja
Hallelujah
An unanswered, Hallelujah
Our soul says, yes!
My soul says, yes!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The highest spoken praise
To the Lord Our God we serve
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Spoken in order seen Spanish
French
Swahili
Arabic
German
Dutch
Irish
Afrikaans
3/2/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©