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Shall your wrath scald me?
I, Son of Ife, that swallowed whole
Sango's lightning stone
And spat out only white spittle.
I, Son of Ife, that swallowed whole
Sango's lightning stone
And spat out only white spittle.
Emi ni pasan tin yo were ninu omode! [I am the whip that cures the errant child’s madness]
Was it not the rain
Of ceaseless hard knocks,
Falling on Gangan's bald head
That cured his muteness?
Apere ko gbodo binu igi ope. [The basket shall not begrudge the palm from whence it came]
Do not be foolish,
Like the demigod
That let his tail wag him
In the presence of Eledumare.
Emi ni ina tiin jo lori omi! [I am the fire that burns on water]
Do not let my wrath flow
For no one shall
Tell the chameleon to sprint
If the forest is on fire.
Emi lara tiin san pa Erin! [I am the lightning that strikes Elephants to death]
I laugh at he that holds an umbrella
And says, 'I fear not the threads of rain.'
Let him not run
At the stroke of lightning!
Was it not the rain
Of ceaseless hard knocks,
Falling on Gangan's bald head
That cured his muteness?
Apere ko gbodo binu igi ope. [The basket shall not begrudge the palm from whence it came]
Do not be foolish,
Like the demigod
That let his tail wag him
In the presence of Eledumare.
Emi ni ina tiin jo lori omi! [I am the fire that burns on water]
Do not let my wrath flow
For no one shall
Tell the chameleon to sprint
If the forest is on fire.
Emi lara tiin san pa Erin! [I am the lightning that strikes Elephants to death]
I laugh at he that holds an umbrella
And says, 'I fear not the threads of rain.'
Let him not run
At the stroke of lightning!
Photo from: Peoples' Culture Magazine
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