The wind and the sunset
Make hay for my return
After a long redundant journey
Which traverse me out of time,
Now, home calls for my return.
Journey, which takes me afar,
Putting loneliness in my heart,
Making solitude the best friend of mine,
Yet, bring me the memories of home.
The city of tranquility and peace
Where my little brother play at dawn
And my little sister plait her hair
Where my mother calls out to her begotten,
Protecting them from unnecessary danger,
Which she could not overlook.
Home of our Father’s birth
Where the dialect is emphasize
And the tradition as our utmost priority
Which the Elder pass to their young
And the old praises it existence.
Tradition and culture are the curriculum
Which must be impacted to our lifestyle
Teaching the morals and values of our land.
And the city must visit the heritage.
Indeed, I look forward to my days
When our kids will learn the culture
Cherishing their tradition and heritage
Which is bestow on us by nature
And pass to us by our ancestors.
Tradition and culture must stay alive,
To put forward our village order;
Creating the peace and tranquility in us,
Which must pave it way among our youth.
Days of our fathers and ancestors
Which I yearn for its sincerity
And must come with me,
For I must journey my way home
Then await its beauty,
The beauty of culture and tradition.