Culture
Poem: The Dadeek’s Prayer
The Dadeek, grandmother of the clan—
Still dressed in the old ways,
The subservient ways,
In the days when her cross
Was hidden under cloth
That covered her head, chin, and neck,
And her prayers to God were silent,
Reverently gazes towards heaven,
Then closes her eyes for a moment
Before bringing her callused, weathered
Hands together in prayer—
Asdvats, yes Kez madagh leenem,
Marmeenus Kez madagh,
Mee tsak tsakeer es joghovortee vra,
Amboghch ashkharee vra,
Voreets hedo, eem yerekhaneree vra.
Asdvats, yes Kez madagh,
Dghaeed, aghchgad madagh,
Danud, dranud madagh,
Hand oo poochakheed madagh,
Dzereetsus ayd aghachankn eh galees,
Hargeer khntrankus. *




Thank you for this poem. It is beautiful and reminds me of prayer time I would have with my Nene. A very similar prayer that she would pray, and now, one that my mother prays with my children.