I am very pleased to have a new set of poems translated by the esteemed Vatsala Radhakeesoon. This one is translated into Mauritian Kreol.

Grave

There's something wrong with your grave.

There’s not the wrong kind of grass covering you,

nor an incorrect variety of flowers growing atop.

The tombstone looks fine:

The symbols etched into the granite

are perfectly formed,

The dates are right.

Your name is spelled accurately.

The shady tree above

is grandly leafed,

and suits its purpose.

Yet, there is something incorrect.

This grave is wrong,

for the simple reason

that you don't belong here.

Tom 



Ena kiksoz de mal avek to tom.


Pena move zerb ki kouver twa,


Ni bann fler ki fer dezord lao,


Tom-la paret bien:


Bann sinbol grave an granit


zot bien forme.



Bann dat bon.


To nom finn bien ekrir.


Pie lao ki donn lonbraz


li plin ar fey,


ek fer so travay bien.


Me, malgre sa ena touzour enn kiksoz ki pa bon.


Sa tom- la li pa bon,


Pou enn sel rezon


parski li pa to plas sa.