As far as I can see I admire you,
And so you have inadvertently lead me into folly.
But how could you, that has said so little,
Lead so passionately without even speaking?
As misunderstood as the worth of diamond
The thought of speech of the beauty not siren.
Such a note that is yet unsung;
I wish to hear your native tongue
Which I have been told is nothing more than
What can be found, and has been, here
Regardless of how shallow informant’s depth
Your vibrant face is full of breath
As brown as coffee of your country
I found you new as herder Kaldi
And often, I know, I’ll meet your face
A habesha girl with hair of grace,
That shelters you from eyes of envy,
Rests as soft as your skins consistency
As passionate as my perceived bestiality,
I have yet to know of your personality.
Past waves of tef that equal nigh
The count of stars found in your eyes
Had cursed men and sent to die!
They look to much in glaring skies.
Will you take me as am?
Consider despite a foreign man,
Or maybe was it yet my plan
That led me here by my hand?
Could you ever gave the damn,
To hush the world and take my hand?