Chim, maje

You have put shelter above my head
And placed strong beams to hold it
Swallows and doves make their nest in the eaves
There they lay their eggs and compose their tunes
We are safe from the maelstroms raging above
Us and the birds that have lost their wings
And the dogs that have lost their bark

We do not know how far you rolled the rocks
Nor how deep you have sunk their foundations for the beams
We cannot fathom the walls you have built around us
That have repelled the wind and the whirlwind
And has withstood the sword and the cannon

Our flour is not running out
Our oil jar remains full
You have served us bread in the midst of famine
You have given us extra for our enemies
And those whose homestead no one now remembers
You have opened our hands to share
And the remnants overflow our store

We have traversed through the jungles
Jungles of concrete, jungles of flesh, jungles of blood
We have traversed the wilderness
Wildernesses of the hungry lion and his cub
We have swam seven seas and seven rivers
Seven hills and seven mountains
We have met men, we have met demons and
we have met men that are demons
We have roamed far and wide
We have roamed in flesh and in spirit
And you have brought us home

Chim, maje




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