This dance won’t again, appease the gods.
My saltation swayed not as they want.
I have shrunk and doubted them
In search of the lost of lot,
Which hands can’t reach at its thwartwise.
Here at unfastened state of mind,
I have danced but failed the gods’ trust.
This dance …
Won’t appease the Ogun
The powerful one of warriors.
The spirit in the clangs of the metals.
For I have doubted thy serenity
That tranquil man’s manliness.
I have lost thy track,..
The track of he that divulge
What is to come to men
With roars and thunder-strikes,
Freeing the hungers from his anger…
Ina loju, ina lenu;
Who dare denies your presence?
Eni eyokan ti n je awade,
I have defied the rites of you.
Now I doubt if my dance shall cause me reformed.
In the cubicle of your shrine
I lay like a log of wood_
I have misjudged you,
That lives solely as supreme.
To thee that puff evils to hearts.
The die-hard king,
That lives in you when sailing to destruction
And lives out of you when destructed.
Eeee eo!! Esu laalu o, Esu laalu ogiri oko,
To you I appease with my dance.
I have done what’s expected of me,
The swayer that doubted you of your might.
Osuba mi ree oo, I hail thee!!!
Orunmila, wa lana komi
The one that saves souls.
I have cried unto you;
Teti ko gbo mi….
I am fenced in dilemma…
Your solicitation is needed.
You are my last resort.
I seek to be reformed, god of purity.
I beseech you envelope me with your garment, the white clothing.
You are the eldest of all,
The king of heavens.
The father of many,
The owner of all things….
My legs ache from this dance
I call for a drop from your pot of relief.
Let my dance appease these gods.
#Harder, The Pen Cries