Capercaillie
Crosswinds
Woman Tigreagh Pray
My father 'smo Dhai, deam Tus' ardion
Myself and my babies a few months
That hardly t -water', and the seed is scarce,
We are tired, hungry, broken, pained'.
'I am buried in the dingh of my citation
And I do not recognize a new one from a new one,
Among the thousands of Tigre he is asleep;
You, Lord, see us with compassion .
We enjoy the light of the sun
When it rises high in the sky; miserable
Will it come, Lord, heavy rain
Bring forth fruit from the bare ground?
Keep my faith in my own soul -
Don't say you have forsaken me, my God?'
Another government has crucified Christ on a tree
And the bullies feed us tightly;
Pour out your tender goodness, O God,
Don't let the -ole implementation of guler.
The Tigrean Woman's Prayer
O Lord, my God will you protect
me and my child of but a few months;
scarce is the water, scarce the grain,
We are hungry, bruised and pained with sores.
My beloved one was buried today
but I cannot tell one grave from the next
as his resting place is with thousands of others from Tigre
Look on us, Lord, with pity .
We faint in the intense heat of the sun
as it rises in the cloudless sky
and at midnight in our ragged attire
We are numb with cold.
God, let the rain come soon
and let it bring forth crops from this arid land
Strengthen my faith in you, Lord
and let me not say that you have forsaken me - in my hour of need.
Other rulers (another government) crucified Christ on the cross
and we are fed poorly by a similar regime
pour down your healing kindness, God,
do not let evil conquer completely .