I Will Speak Your Name
(Naëtt)
I will speak your
Name, Naet
Your name is sweet
As cinnamon
It is the aroma in which
The lemon forest sleeps
Naet, your name is
The iced lustre
Of coffee-bushes
In bloom;
It is like a savannah
Blossoming
Under the burning virile
Sun at the high noon
A name of cooling
Cooler still than the
Tamarind's shadow
Cooler still than
The brief evening
When the heat of
The day falls silent
Naet, the dry storm
The lightning's
Hard stroke
Naet, you golden
Coin diamond
Night, my sun
I am your hero and
Have just become
Your conjuror