Ode to Ejire
O Ẹ̀jìrẹ́, thou my Yoruba deity, Can thou make my home thy abode? To thou alone I revered my fealty; So thou can bring joy as-told, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ thou humbled the foreign gods, When thou came in as ethereal lords From generations, thy visits were rare; Taiyelolu - Omokehinde, the supreme heirs, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ knocks and unhurriedly come in pairs, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́, thou echoes through my ancestors quire, Though the earth ravaged, albeit the heaven bound Just for Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ the trumpet and the lyre sound, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ let me enchant thy lineage, Thou from ages commune with my ancestors; The praises of thy courage. Thy births command attention. Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ thou anointed with golden crown, When thou came in to my clansmen town I learnt this from ancient Sacrament, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ the beautiful of all angels, "Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún, Ẹdúnjobí Ọmọ ẹdun, tíí ṣeré orí igi" Passed down through a parchment, The chosen divine Archangels, Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ let me sing of thy ...