Astri's father writes this poem to his 5-month-old niece

The father of the late Vetevendosje activist Astrit Dehari chose sweet words with many rhymes for his niece.

That poetry he costs him the day Arsa turns five months.

Small gold,
Good gold.
Flowers,
Left face.

Sycal,
Black hair,
Mountain Flowers
Full of dew.

I drink milk
Lu-lu-duk,
Fills my stomach.
Like bread!

Gu-gu-gu,
Like guguche,
Summer Shend
This ladybird.

Once a kid
Bleeger,
A Cattime
Honey.

Asking for Milk
With bark,
Say on fire.
He fell.

Tear face,
When it goes,
The spirit touches you,
It hurts.

Cry out loud
It bothers you,
It's small,
Our side.

Whoa, whoa.
It doesn't rest.
With perseverance Arsa,
Milk requires.

So, Mom.
Fort cares,
Never Without Milk
Don't leave.

A Milk
Arsa gets,
He is satisfied.
It gets messed up.

Another Language
Little S.
Keep order.
Home.

With darkness,
Every night,
Ncep toritars
The golden moon.

With Tcbuta radius
He cares,
Sleep Sweet
You give them.

Morning
Fup Newgovata,
Like duck,
Just like you saw.

After washing
Crayfish,
Structs
Like a dove.

N roba tobuta
It collapses,
Sub-Jorgan
Arsa warms up.

Like a lamb
It melts into sleep,
To grow
As much as possible.

And when he wakes up,
Séqan, I'm laughing,
He takes his mouth.
You wear me.

When you smile Arsa
Smile nature,
Lighting the Eye
And faces.

She wears a dress.
Three snows,
This lily,
Squirrel.

Our Arsa
Red,
Adorned
Like a bourbon.

Grows, Grows
Nice gold.
White Red,
Just like a butterfly.

Loving Gold
Flowers,
Monday night,
Sunday!