My Crown in beauty duel
Pungent rays of the fountain symbol
Shining beyond the shadow of the sea
Dazzling the gaze of the fiefdom matador
On your head is the silver beacon
Peacock, the Chief haggled in the market arena
The paragon in seasonless show
Your attire
Ornamental gold
On your hand is the staff of beads
Ogidan, the dreadful surgeon of the forest
Not even the bloating of their camels
Would subdue your sonorous balled
Not even the riotous galloping of their cattle
Flaring dust all over would besmear your apparel
The rainbow's adornment
Is an endowment from Olodumare
And when their dust settles
Your beagle shall echo day and night again
Unlike their bat's solo crowning
Like the cocksure crow of the aged cook
You shall reverberate throughout the tributaries of Awon and Moro
