This rich earth that had seen richer days
The sun of many a glorious empire had set here
To mingle with the dust of countless centuries
Leaving only the trace of memories gone by
But foreign will won over native valour
For look you there, that forbidding wall by the sandy shore
Marked once, a foreign domination.
This imposing church rose in triumphant protest against native gods
Oh, this foreign god is great
For every where I look I see his remains
Where should I turn, where indeed?
To find my faith in my native soil.
(1988)
