ANGLISY

 

 

Moi 335

 

 

Matoa aho mivadi-dela dia tsy manamaivana velively ny tenindrazako fa iriko ny fihetseham-poko sy ny eritreritro voavakin'ny olona rehetra eran'izao tontolo izao fa tsy ny Malagasy fotsiny ihany. Ity no bokiko voalohany feno asasoratro amin'ny teny anglisy.

 

Rouge kely

 

 

 

 

 

MY TEARS

 

 

 

 

 

 

My eyes are wet : I often cry

increasingly and with sigh ;

the fish has got very bitter

because I own a bad river.

 

 

 

I don’t know what to do,

everywhere thunders, too ;

I wonder why it is mine

for my sun doesn’t shine.

 

 

 

I don’t find what to say,

I shed in tears every day ;

my goal and all my hope

are broken like the rope.

 

 

 

Let me go and weep again,

it curses and rather vain ;

it’s only a dream, my friend,

to be willing without end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fredy JAOFERA

 

 

Fleur 12

 

 

MEMORY

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a memory

I don’t know how to say

well with words

though one needs.

I’ve forgotten it

for years,

since our childhood…

But here is your presence

wakes in me

all about you

overnight

and that distant past.

Know that your name

reminds moments

buried at the bottom of us

a lillte bit fuzzy

and refreshes my heart

with a happiness

really unexpected

I didn’t believe anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fredy JAOFERA

 

 

Fleur 7

 

 

 

WATER-LILY

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dance,

play,

sing, water-lily :

you are my dream,

you are my beauty,

you are my flower.

 

 

 

 

 

Cheer,

rise,

come, water-lily :

you are my joy,

you are my happiness,

you are my confidence.

 

 

 

 

 

Smile,

grow,

shine, water-lily :

you are my wealth,

you are my life,

you are my love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fredy JAOFERA

 

 

Fleur 6

 

 

WHEN I DIE

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I die,

do not sigh

though I hate

that poor fate.

 

 

 

 

 

When I die,

do not buy

a red rose

for the dose.

 

 

 

 

When I die,

do not try

to remember

our bad fever.

 

 

 

 

When I die,

do not cry

but do sing,

my darling.

 

 

 

 

 

Fredy JAOFERA

 

 

 

 

Fleur 11

 

 

 

 

MADAGASCAR

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O ! Madagascar !...

Country of my heart !

In you is my hope,

in you is my bliss.

 

 

 

O ! Madagascar !...

Country of my love !

In you is my victory

if I say so quite short.

 

 

 

O ! Madagascar !...

Country of my woes !

In you is my mirror

I dream of endlessly.

 

 

 

O ! Madagascar !....

Country of my forebears !

In you is my glory

to be so cheerful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fredy JAOFERA

 

 

 

 

Vorona 1

 

 

 

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