On that day
The day of big hunt
Me, my song, me
Kasina and Sakiru
Beat about the bush
Rousing the roes and bucks
From whence they'd lain

A lead shot my song
A lead shot did stray
From the hunter's gun
And through Kasina's shoulder had gone
A red-hot ember
Buried nigh his scapula

That day my song
I feared, I cried
My brother has died
"Carpals don't die
before the hand
Tarsals don't lie
dead in the land
While the foot is alive
And you, Kasina, must thrive..."

"Water quenches fire
Aqua-celestis severe drought
You Kasina, a Terra-fillius
This soil can't sup on your blood
You, Kasina, son of Ogun
He won't bath with your blood, eewo..."

"Your blood is bitter... Iwo
Tis gall to witches and wizards
You are untouchable
The enchantment of the wicked is useless
The son of Ore
Can't be offered a sacrifice to Ore"

And leaves did work
Charms, words proved efficacious
As the shot was extracted

I was there my song
Now it seem so long.

What have we done Oluigbo?
Where have we gone wrong Aresa?
Why are ye so cross
That you took him from us?
Took him in a lone hunt
Took him in a night hunt
Took him and we lorn
Took him now we mourn
Have the leaves gone asleep?
The charms and pronouncements too?

The falcon's returned
Where is the falconer?
Its the hound we see
Howling all night
Tale a tale
It's his shroud they see
Wandering, murmuring...

Its morn
The village is silent
So my song - quiet.