A fluffing, a puffing and a picking
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Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus
Carried through many nations and over many seas
advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,
I arrived, brother, for these wretched funeral rites
ut te postremo donarem munere mortis
So that I might present you with the last tribute of death
et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem.
and speak in vain to silent ash,
Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum.
Since fortune has carried away from me you in the flesh
Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi,
Atlas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me,
nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum
now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors
tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,
are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites
accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,
receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping.
atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.
And forever, brother, hail and farewell.
In plenty and in time of need
When this fair land was young
Our brave forefathers sowed the seed
From which our pride was sprung
A pride that makes no wanton boast
Of what it has withstood
That binds our hearts from coast to coast
The pride of nationhood
Chorus:
We loyal sons and daughters all
Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
We write our names on history's page
With expectations great
Strict guardians of our heritage
Firm craftsmen of our fate
The Lord has been the people's guide
For past three hundred years.
With Him still on the people's side
We have no doubts or fears.
Upward and onward we shall go,
Inspired, exulting, free,
And greater will our nation grow
In strength and unity.
Chorus
We loyal sons and daughters all
Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
We write our names on history's page
With expectations great
Strict guardians of our heritage
Firm craftsmen of our fate
2 comments:
Kia ora Paterika,
Clever and so well hidden until I read through this a few times and it bloomed like a flower. Yes, much hysteria from the haves afraid of the have nots. Hope you are well.
Aroha,
Robb
good morning from Indonesia ! inally made time to catch up on your writings and wordsmithing.
I got a lot out of this poem byt sadly it reinforces the mamnu chips I have on my shoulder about people in high placesm and their relationships with others.
Long live Barack !
Bob
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