All alone, I stand waiting for something, I don’t know.
Something to heal my wound, to make me pure;
My moyo throbs wildly under my chest,
As I look at the sky, feel the sun burning.
Cold, my moyo is, still!

Like a lightning from the clear sky, wewe turn up;
And I feel the warmth licking my heart.
My lips tremble with joy, for it was the first time,
Your eyes met mine!

The same eyes, blue eyes, looked into mine yesterday,
And alisema those words which I was not sure, from her lips.
‘Let’s break up!’
And, those eyes broke the contact with mine,
Forever!

With enormous difficulty, came the truth, crashing down.
Those delicate hands will never touch me again,
Those beautiful lips will never press against mine again,
Those eyes will never pierce me again,
And, my moyo will never be with me again.

Something’s writhing inside me, ready to strike,
Whenever I saw wewe with him, the guy who wewe loved.
I wanna be gentle, kind and pure,
Just like the kind of upendo I have for you.
Only for you!

Baby, I’ll never ask wewe to give me back my heart,
What use would it be,
When there would be no life in me?
It’s with wewe forever, and ever, but what all I ask wewe is,
Be gentle with my heart!

Loneliness strikes me all the time,
And only traces of my memories with wewe assist me.
They guide me, feed me, clothe me,
Pat me, kiss me, help me, and seize me when I was about to fall.
‘Your upendo is still with you,’ they say!

Just tell me once, my heart, my life,
Just once,
At least as a lie,
That wewe upendo me…
And make me live!