Balewa, hale, has beckoned with a smile,
But a girl, and a girl, having so, no strength to
Has run to her father's feet to tell,
‘Father, Father, Mother, Mother!
Today the gods show mercy upon,
Balewa, the desire of the bold,
Art your daughter a smile, to come be his'
But my father, vain- hating me, wanting less,
Looked away and looked away into less,