Bede Awoo won lode Ipo Awe Awo ode Ijesa Ominrinminrin ara Iramori Igi ganganran mo gun

mi loju Olorun debiti oran kale A kii ralawo ri rejereje A dia fun Olofin Igba iwase Nijo won kebo keedi ti i Olofin ni ki won o mo kebo keedi ti oun Orogbo kan Oduso kan Bomode ba kokin gagaaga A foduso sile Esun o pelesun Ere o pelere Ogundu Ogan Nii jin lori araa re Ara won ni won o moo jin Ara won ni won o moo ku gbonrangandan Bede The Babalwo of Ipo city Awe The Babalwo of the city of Ijesa Ominrinmirin of the city of Iramori I implore you long cane not to picket my eyes The heavens has created a conscripted situation One cannot see all Babalwos as being poor They are the ones who cast If for Olofin On the day they attacked him with spells Olofin pled against being attacked with spells One bitter kola One Ikin Oduso When a child packed his palm with ikin He would leave out Oduso Esun spell would befall the originator Ere spell would kill the originator The mighty termite hill Would cave on itself They would rather befall themselves They would die in their hundreds All those who conspire against me They all should die completely