My Place

Meiraf Abay, Ethiopia

05

Tired and worn, I return at night,

In the cold and dark, before daylight.

My home is not a place of rest,

But an empty space, not at its best.

The pain of toil, the trials I face,

I voice them out, from deep inside this space.

At times I weep,

At times I laugh,

With no justice, I bear blame with grace.

Though I’m heard, no one replies—silence stays,

In peace I seek comfort, through all my days.

This is my place, my dear retreat,

All around, my world, where heart and home meet.

My home, my home, my sacred place,

My haven, my comfort, my soul’s embrace.

ከፍቼ ውየ ደክሜ ስገባ በጠባ በነጋ ፤

ቤቴነው የማርፈው አይደለም ባዳ ጋ ፤

የድካሜን ስሜት ፈተና ስቃየን  ፤

አወራላታለሁ አውጥቼ የሆዴን ፤

አንዴም እስቃለሁ ፤

አንዴም አነባለሁ ፤

ያለፍርድ ነቀፋ በጥሩ ፈገግታ ፤

ሰለምትሰማኝ ሁሌም አፎን ዘግታ ፤

የሰላም ቦታየ  የኔዋ እሜቴ ፤

ዙሬ ዙሬ ውየ የምገበበት ቤቴ ፤

ቤቴ ቤቴ ቤቴ የኔዋ እሜቴ  ፤