If imbrogli have your silver and gold
And you have no fortune to hold.
Pray, panic no longer.
He whose mercies are great number
Will forsake you never.
...Just follow him,
...He leads one through
...The cool green moisty meadow
...That comforts every soul.
Weep not a droplet
You destitute and penniless moppet.
As he likes he shares his fortune,
If tears overnight abideth,
The dawn comes in happy tune.
...I beseech, follow him,
...He leads one through
...The cool green moisty meadow
...That comforts every soul.
Dr. Remilekun Amos (Omo Dafidi)
Translated by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle.
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