A FARMER FROM THE SOUTH

I am a farmer from the south bring nothing in my pocket but orange. Look at my face, it is brown and look at my hands, it is white. I am from here; from the south, where the river knows nothing but love and the sky tells its stories in a loud voice. Here is a farmer from the south, an oriental man with a dreamy spirit, and my axe smashed the bitter rock head and built the great Uruk. Yes, I am a dreamer from the south, a bird and a poem. My heart holds only legendary love, and my mouth is always smiling as a colorful butterfly.