The neighbourhood sleeps, doors closed tight
Only I hear the frequent knocking at night
‘Abani are you home?’

It rains here the whole year round
Here the clouds graze like pregnant cows
Spiteful, the green reed-like grass is found
Pressing on the door, covering the house
‘Abani are you home?’

In my half-slumbering heart I fall asleep
Wrapped in a pain, distant and deep
Suddenly I hear the old Night knocking
‘Abani are you home?’