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Zewdu Milikit
MY SILLY STOMACH
So I can feel how big he is,he starves my fingers,
leans my toes
and fills my chest with feathers.
He even shrinks my skull
into a little gourd and boasts
he is by far the best
of stomachs in the world,
stands there pleased as punch
to be a silly paunch.
© Translation: 2020, Chris Beckett and Alemu Tebeje
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: Carcanet Classics, Manchester, 2020
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: Carcanet Classics, Manchester, 2020
ሞኝ ሆዴ
ሞኝ ሆዴ
ከሆዴ ስፋት ጋር ሳነጸፅራቸው
ቀጥነዋል እጆቼ፣
ከስተዋል እግሮቼ፣
ትከሻዬ ቀሎ ተጣቧል ደረቴ፣
ቅል ሆናብኛለች ትንሽ ጭንቅላቴ፡፡
ይዬ ሞኙ ሆዴ
ሁሉን አችል ብሎ
ሰፋና ሰፋና፣
አቋሜን አጠፋው ቦርጭ ሆኖ ወጣና፡፡
© 2020, Zewdu Milikit
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MY SILLY STOMACH
So I can feel how big he is,he starves my fingers,
leans my toes
and fills my chest with feathers.
He even shrinks my skull
into a little gourd and boasts
he is by far the best
of stomachs in the world,
stands there pleased as punch
to be a silly paunch.
© 2020, Chris Beckett and Alemu Tebeje
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: 2020, Carcanet Classics, Manchester
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: 2020, Carcanet Classics, Manchester
MY SILLY STOMACH
So I can feel how big he is,he starves my fingers,
leans my toes
and fills my chest with feathers.
He even shrinks my skull
into a little gourd and boasts
he is by far the best
of stomachs in the world,
stands there pleased as punch
to be a silly paunch.
© 2020, Chris Beckett and Alemu Tebeje
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: 2020, Carcanet Classics, Manchester
From: Songs We Learn From Trees
Publisher: 2020, Carcanet Classics, Manchester
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