I will pronounce your name by Sedar Leopold Senghor

This is a love poem, in which Senghor celebrates or announces his love for a young African, by the name, Naett, to whom he dedicates the poem. Senghor verbalizes his profound feelings, admiration and respect for Naett, with no fear of contradiction.

I will pronounce your name, Naett, I will declaim you, Naett! Naett, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragrance in which the lemon grove sleepsNaett, your name is the sugared clarity of blooming coffee treesAnd it resembles the savannah, that blossoms forth under the masculine ardour of the midday sunName of dew, fresher than shadows of tamarind, Fresher even than the short dusk, when the heat of the day is silenced, Naett, that is the dry tornado, the hard clap of lightningNaett, coin of gold, shining coal, you my night, my sun! …I am you hero, and now I have become your sorcerer, in order to pronounce your names.Princess of Elissa, banished from Futa on the fateful day.