SONG OF THE ABSENT BOG

What a sad night
The night how sad it is
There is not a star in the Sky...
I row, I row

The black woman of my soul,
While I struggle in the sea,
Soaked in sweat for her,
What is she doing, what is she doing?

Perhaps for her beloved zambo ¹,
In pain, she will sigh,
Or maybe she doesn't even remember me...
I cry, I cry!

Females are like everything
On this wretched land;
With art, we take the fish
From the sea, from the sea...!

With art, Iron is softened,
The mapaná ² is tamed...;
The pain is constant and firm;
There is nothing more, there is nothing more!...

...What a dark night ;
The night how dark it is;
So dark is the absence
Boga ³ boga...