Daily I cry for no reason to purge my heart,
In the depth of wealth that my soul wailed.
Most in thoughts reason for the lost of my bread,
The significance of omotoyikogbon with a fulfilled heart.

No day went by that my face is not frown,
The course of which is well known.
The evil in human nature,
One which our hearts daily nurture.

Yet all undercover with the religious rites,
That our laws are bend to suit the majority sects.
Ah where is the fate of the minority?
Here it is laid in the grave of purity.

Even pagans are more worthy than them,
Than what they tend to claim.
Dear great lord when are you coming back?
Come so soon for our breath is deep in the dark.