I look up to you – what is Paris?
The city that birthed my mother-
Paris of old with dreams renewed like others.
The city that birthed her twin brother,
Parisians at heart, they have not been bothered!
You are the center of my joy and its agony
City of love and hate, joy and agony-
Mother! Fortress of old with dreams renewed like others
Goddess, you are my throne, you are called Iris
In times of crisis, I look up to you – what is Paris?
© Christian Djimra Koumtog