Dxi Biaba’ by Victor de la Cruz

Guete’, guete’ biaba’, sica ndaani’ ti bizé yuxi cadá yuuba’ ndaani’, cadi nisa, dxi naa biree xquidxe’. Ladxiduá’ riuuba’ casi guibane’ ne guyadxie’ ra zuhuaa; xiñee nuaa’ xquidxi binni —rabe’ ndaani ladxiduá’— ne ma’ zigatá’ zigaze’ lu xluuna’ xtobi qué ganna’ tu laa.

The Day I Fell (literal translation of Victor de la Cruz’s poem)

Night, night fall, like in a well pain in the stomach, non-water, when I left my country. My heart aches for life and I came to where I stood; why am i in the country —I thought to myself— and I’m not going to die on someone else’s floor I don’t know who he is.