The Drunkard
How long will you continue it?
Yours is of a miserable lot,
Children run away from you.
Friends shun your company,
You are a scorn-deserving person
Put away your wine to save yourself
From social degradation and shame.
Oh! I have been trying to stop it;
But so long as tappers bring wine home,
I don’t think I can stop drinking it;
No one stops his own hobby,
For the fear of approaching death.
Leave me alone my good friend.
Now I see what you truly mean,
You have been created for wine;
But not wine for you.
Don’t you draw nearer to me,
Because your mouth stinks badly
Stay apart whilst we converse.
My friend, go your way as I go mine,
Leave me to bath in my wine;
But not wine for you.
Don’t you draw nearer to me,
Because your mouth stinks badly
Stay apart whilst we converse.
My friend, go your way as I go mine,
Leave me to bath in my wine;
You prefer chasing women of all kinds
I prefer drinking wine of all types;
I am afraid, I will not stop it unto the end
No one dare restrict my likeness.
DIANA
KONTOR-BIRAGO
Boastful Death
Ha, ha, ha!
I am the great one,
I am the fearful one,
I am the honourable one,
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Kings fear me,
Queens also fear me
All fear me,
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
I am the respected one;
Kings answer my call,
They all lie prostrate before me
And kiss the dust to hear my orders,
Ha, ha, ha!
M.
K. KYEREMEH