If you ever cross her pathway,
If you ever get a whiff of her fragrance,
If you recognize
The sound of her footsteps from a distance
And the melody of her sonorous chant;
Àkàrà rèé, Èko rèé…
The step daughter of a famous adroit
bean cake merchant..
That her voice was the fork
That tuned my ear,
That the sand is delighted
To be the canvas of her elegant steps,
That the moon would be unwise not to stare at her.
She should be careful when visiting streams,
Oya, Yemoja, Òsun and others of their ilk
Not all goddesses are pleased with her beauty.
That an iota of her smile
Is all the day needs to be brightened,
No wonder Gbádégeshin could not let go of her
And saw to it to the end.
Please tell Àshàké…
I never meant to leave her in the cold,
I sure made a perfect plan to elope,
I never wanted her to retreat
Back to Ìyá Alákàrà; the lousy scold.
Narrate to Àshàké…
That I was never a coward,
Even after those blows from the Prince’s sword
Her call I never Ignored,
Even now, as I lay
In my very own pool of blood
And my ancestors beckon
She was the one Àkànní loved till the end came.