Idoma do not say a word when my Princess arrives 
She is from a distant land afar off in the cliffs
from a civilization that brought us to world's map 
She is bequeathed with royal thrust of humbleness 
Prostrate yourself before her majesty 
here she comes in strides of beauty and peace 
My darling is my favourite 
she is magnified in my heart like no other 
I will sing her songs until the stars jingle in the sky 
Until the moon become endless in the night sky 
Days after years when I become cleared with age 
when my berries shall inspired no more 
and her strength melted by the wax of childbirth
I shall recite her beauty in the snow of our age 
When all men shall fall asleep 
In the cold arms of death and grave 
we shall become the wind or perhaps the ancient caves 
And echo our love beyond space and time 
for when our hearts shall grow strong again 
our souls shall be reborn 
and our bodies shall meet and love again                
 
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                    