In the early hour of a glorious day
When my pulse could neither breathe
A marvelous chorus I sang
Yeah I did sing
Melody whose tunes none could comprehend
_Ori mi wule nigba ti
Mo gbohun orin won_
Is the frequent sound that hit my ears
That ruling the dunghill
Is said to be a new lease of life
Her words are mysterious to tint the ear
No love is it that came out
From the one my heart is pleased
Yet Siamese nature of mine
She's said to be divinely ordained
All thinking is gone as all is laid for longer days
While puzzling on wasteful existence
Without the pleasant one
A journey of suffering and smiling
One which our land is best known for
Those that ought to have the taste
Of Stephen at the market square
Are the righteous being blessed on the altar
Oh hear me well
I'm not so righteous of failed promises
That you're on hold to be feasting on
Let your love be known to me
That I reign not on the dunghill
As that which is laid in me
Is for everlasting assurance
That in love and grace generations
Will be made through us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem