Here four walls surround me; just concrete, And then there was a place wide-open and green, That care-free world was so beautiful and serene, And was filled with blessings priceless, yet completely free, Still I came to this alien place where I do not belong, Now I just want to go back home, It's been so long.
A desire to meet my friends, downright kills me, And a dream haunts me to have fun with them Like those days so beautiful; now long gone, Please forgive me, friends, as I couldn't keep the promises To stay in contact everyday, for life-long So I just want to go back home, it's been so long.
I had a home in the countryside, small but enough, Where I never felt contentment even for a moment long, There I learnt to walk, play and write these poems, And wasted time, without caring if it was right or wrong, But here I get busy like an ant who perpetually dugs a hole, Now I just want to go back home, it's been so long.
My girl, more beautiful than the goddess of beauty, And even more pure and serene than christ's soul, Last time I met her, she had in her hands a beautiful rose But I had on my lips a news, and in my pocket a passport. My love might still be waiting for me, who knows, I just want to go back home, it's been so long.
I want to meet my old parents that still live there And I want to hug them, and say nothing more, I had thousands of desires before going abroad Now one desire is left just to see them alive and healthy, Oh lord! Keep them safe till I go back home Oh! I just want to go back home, before it's too long.
People envy me, think I've made it to heaven, But have they seen my tears? What do they know? I cannot even cry in public, I cannot tell them my pain I cannot let myself be called "sissy" by the people I know, My friend, if you feel my sorrow, why don't you come along, We might have to travel far, but let's just go home, for it's been so long.
I wish I were just some wood, Dry and flat,
That is burnt in the rituals, Preferably eucalyptus slabs.
I wish that it were placed during the funeral On my mother’s body cold and dry,
But seeing her lying dead in my lap, Would make my soul scream and cry.
Then I would be kindled by my family, And I'll see her fade away along with me,
But then I would only reminisce, And regret that her life was so wee.
She had wanted to see places Far away in the east, west and south,
And yes! Mostly north- Where still stood rigidly- her maternal house,
I had time before, which I could have given her When she was alive, and still
Not even a single desire of her I was able to fulfill.
But at least, now, I would smolder myself In the fire along with my mother,
And provide her with a bed, Suitably comfortable for a cadaver.
For a journey, I know, she had left me, And my sisters all alone,
To meet my father who, some years ago, Had already gone,
Or maybe had gone to perform the Gods order- I do not really know for sure;
But I would mix myself finely with her ash, And along with her I would go.
When, into the flowing rivers, Our relatives would throw
Both of us, then the boat of afterlife We together would peacefully row.
Undoubtedly, I would accompany her everywhere, On her journey not small,
My ash would finely blend with hers, And flow in the tides that rise and fall,
And then she would be my mother again, And I, an infant yet unborn
That lives in the form of ash, Once again in his mother’s womb.