voice - òhún

Òhún mìí, thou a subtle one but deep,

Erstwhile thou sit among the gods and glory,

Thy sweetness resonates from beneath the dip,

At thy stead, conveys the untold story;

Once upon a time a stammering òhún quakes;

As a little brat on strings and harmony,

Amidst the emeralds and diamond flakes,

Òhún broke her chord and lost the symphony; 

Thou a warrior, Jaguar of my clan;

Without Spears or steel the flesh bleeds at their shriek,

Savoring 

In beginning was a void,

A void broken by a sound;

The sound of an eerie voice,

My òhún chant as the god of òhún abound;

And there it sang,

The wisdom of the tides,