In the gathering of all states, may your face be lifted up,
that the world would see from afar
This state so endowed and groomed with a famous locality,
Mararaba, the container of population, the beating heart of Nasarawa state
Whereunto, development missed pace and reality, hopefully,
you may not go wipe
but only if your gods repents.
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