O my cousin, my beloved,
Once I thought I did not love you.
When they came back saying they had left you dead,
I went up on the hill where my tomb will be.
I gathered stones, I buried my heart.
The odor of you that I smell between my breasts
Shoots fire into my bones
translated from the Taitok by Willard R. Trask, in Bending the Bow: an anthology of African Love Poetry ed. Frank Chipasula p.62
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