WHO HAS SEEN MY KING?

Who has seen my king, the Omo N'Oba!
The one who daily wears red, the uniform of the gods!
The one who daily breaks the kola-nut for Ogun and other wise gods!
And thereafter shares his strong gin with the thirsty red soil.
I patiently await Esogban
But he refuses to speak in Edo
Of my king, the Omo N'Oba!
In the home of my fathers no one dare to speak of the friend of Ogun who was last seen at the Igue.
But Uselu never lies in telling the truth to Edaiken.
So no tears should drop!
No black be worn!
As he sleeps with his two eyes closed.
Oh I said nothing of such and such as Ogun-Oba never lies in his telling.
And so all awaits Esogban to speak in Edo
The riddles of the gods!
Oba gha to kpere,
Ise!