Reading from Southbank Centre's Poetry Parnassus festival, 2012. 

Translated from the Amharic by Chris Beckett:
 
Elegy
 
The fall of every leaf diminishes me,
so when I hear a rustle
I send my eyes out of the window
to look at the trees in the yard.
Alas! I see flag-poles standing.
Men have swept nature’s nest away
to build their cities.
The melody of the nightingale
has lost its immortality
and I am sitting on a dead land,
writing my elegy in the sand.