Submerged I am in the affection for Atinuke
The one who when she walks, undulates a beautiful back
Like the lioness of the savannah in a comfortable territory.
In her calculated steps are aesthetics of femininity
Casting magical spells on Akande…
miss Lawal, the one who when she Walks
Men concentrate at the sway of her waist
At the flexibility of her back
At the rock of her feet
And pleased at the gentility of her person.
Immersed I am in this fondness of El’eyinjú egé
In whose eyes is a glow equivalent to that of
Òsùpá ojó kerìnlá, effulging…
El’eyinjú egé, the hallmark of beautifulness.
Àf’aìlà ojó, she sparkles like the florescence
Of the ocean intermingling with sunlight.
Àf’aìlà ojó, she glitters like precious stones.
Submersed I am in this emotional tenderness for
Ab’eyín funfun l’enu b’ike, the one whose smile
Overwhelms the commonsensicalness of men
And renders them hypnotized like a witch’s voodoo.
Among the birds that sing, no one has
The beauty of voice than Ògbùro.
And Òkín is an epitome of pulchritude in
The kingdom of birds.
Among the animals in the wild, there is
None that wields majesty like Olólà ijù.
In the gathering of women, there is no such beauty
El’eyinjú egé, Ab’eyín funfun l’enu b’ike.
The only one who sends unsteadiness to the feet
Of Akande, causing him to stagger.