The cold from the Mount Kenya has entered

And wind blows, cutting through the forests of Nyandarua|

But I am a woman of Kirinyaga [mountains]

                I don’t feel the cold

                I don’t feel anything

      apart from the sound of our earth

                                our country

                                quietly crying to me.     

At home…

                the grinding of flour waits for us

                the peeling of vegetables waits for us

                the chopping of wood waits for us

                and the children              

                                the children [who] are not few

                                                                [they] also wait for us.

 

But to follow my husband I continue

                to fight for my country

                to return to myself my humanity.

 

Sleep my child sleep

                                sleep tight while waiting for me.

When the moon rises

                                I will return, I shall protect you I shall guard

                                you

                Above mountains

                the moon has become full, it has knelt

                looking at us with sympathy.

The road is too long

Time is too short

                But to follow my husband I continue

                neck to neck I approach

                redeeming/saving/liberating humanity.