Known Unknown

Erin Kárelé o wá jọba Ẹ ma jábó Èyin tín gbé ọrí àga gíga tẹ eni kúkúrú mólè A ti mò yín Èyin ògbènù òkùnkùn tafà sínù ìmólè Kò sí àyè fúnnyín Èyin ẹni ibi tín wọso funfun gba èjẹ̀ lára omo owó Owó á tèyín Èyin tín gba ọ̀mìnira lówó alágbára Isé yín á bàjé Èyin tín fúni ní omi ìnira mu torí àtije yìn.

Ìràpadà The stones we throw at our own glass houses, the cracks we install in our fortresses. The mends we force from the fear of extinction, the worse the damage when we attempt correction.

Olodumare Olodumare Olodumare ooo, The only being whose names are more than his worshipers put together, deliver us from the confusion of Onileorita, the entity who is no man's friend, yet no being's enemy. Lakaaye Osinmole, the god whose yard is lined with barrels of water yet showers with blood, I beseech you, shower not with our blood and protect us from the evil of the road, strenghten our hoes and cutlasses so that our heaps of yam may hold.

We Who serve Lost and confused, astray and missing. We who are down below, the proletarians we are.  Lost with the wind like the ripped half of a tailless kite, We sway and travel to the tandem of the turbulence in the storm. We think we float and yet we tumble and struggle to keep acouse. When we finally drop to the ground like a bird dead mid flight, The realization hits us and our eyes actually open.

Èlàlònà From the pit of enmity, the friends we hope to last with. They jump out and take to their heels. The constant consciousness in effort to marry the facts that son of Lágbájá Is gone, no longer on our side in the battle of life.