ek het iemand nodig om namens my te bid, te pleit
my gebede val soos ouds op dowe ore ongehoor
ek voel oud en alleen uit gesmyt
ek het nou op gehou pm te glo ek kan toor
ek het ver geval en seer gekry
ek het op gegee op my
my kop en my lyf probeer mekaar so ver moontlik vermy
weereens het ek myself verloor
ek is te moeg om op te staan om weer te begin soek
ek is bang vir die kry, die kruis verhoor
ek voel teen gekant en vervloek
ek is niks nie anyways

At last He is the pivot of my vision
For whom; you have become an example
O’ My Mother!
For whom; Toor was decorated as stage
For whom; there is no use of sleep and or tiresome
For whom; who have power of control of universe
And who is most Merciful and Beneficent
Who! exists before and after the time
His Honor of love that you are selected
As your motherly feelings and you are matchless in the world
I have listened to a call of Unseen Eternal Voice
“I used to love my human not less than seventy mothers”