The banana plant is lying on the ground: it is of no use/profit,

After being cut by the workers

Of the garden, with hesitation.

Children, anxiously, wait until time is up

There is nothing in the garden

Except for some sorrowful wind

That makes the grass tremble and makes a voice of a cry.

 

This is exactly like a polygamous ruler.

The tree of the town is sleeping on the ground: it is of no use,

After being cut by the workers

Of the garden, with hesitation.

There is nothing in the room

Expect for some sorrowful wind shaking

The betrayers who are encircling the bed and crying.

The tears that have hope

Warn about the danger of quarrels at home.

           Quarrels

Between women

           Quarrels

Between children, about goods and leadership.

Poor you! Alexander's realm has finished!

 

The wounds of leprosy are exposed (are not covered)

Wounds that had remained covered for so long

Now are open in full view for every fly to suck

And stinking.

But each time the fly sucks it is thinking

Whom to infect next.