I have seen them all I have Maidens bare on skin but for the banana's regalia Oh am I envious of the gossiping breeze How it rings amid their fortune Trimming past their seducing bosom Adaora and Ebibote I have seen them Maidens at dawn Goddesses at twilight Pagan sculptures at noon I have seen them all I have, and even more.
Catapulted echos of the hunter's steel Ringing past the gentle coiling of Ogun's powder I go to the Hills, Gascoigne's shrine of fine hunting Where the rains are soft The lightning is gentle The thunder is melodious You shouldn't bless him so, Ogun For now, he equates a thousand Oguns Even him, I have seen.
I heard too in the corners That a bee's vomit is enthralling But bitter before a maiden's coil You have lied None is sweeter than Rotimi's palmwine When mixed in wisdom Perfection served on calabashes of flavour Oh! I have seen him too I am greater than the gods Gods do not see him I have.
The trotting hums of the village streams are mild The regime of the formidable twins - Phate and Cas GozIe, great musician, oh drummer of thoughts Who drinks wine better than Zeus Ominipus, the hand that bakes tubers Tempest, the mountains greet whisper "hello" Oh! Maryjane The loveliest heart there is Osun is jealous The clouds are jealous Goddess of children Mother of mothers I see you jaré.
Tell me now, oh gods of the earth Have you seen these The earth, and the fire The water and air Surely I alone I alone Have seen them I am greater than a thousand For I see what a thousand do not Mon juba!