Rebuilding of okun land. Waheb in suphah, The brooks of ahe Arnon And the slope of the brooks That reaches to the dwelling of Ar And lies on the border of Ayetoro spring up, o well! All of you sink to it The well the leaders sank, Dug by the nations nobles By the lawgiver, with their staves Come to okun land, let it be build Let the city Ayetoro be repaird. For fire went out from okunland A flame from the city of Ayetoro It consumed Ar of ijumu The lords of the heights of the Arnon Woe to you Ijumu! you have perished, o people of okun! He has given his sons as fugitives, And his daughters into captivity, To idokwo Ameh king of Igala. The rebuild of okunland Shall come from the youth, Why then, do your leaders Give arches to the dust? and forget the unborn children? woe to your leaders for their wrongs For from the top of the rock- I see him, And from the hill i behold him, There! A people dwelling alone Not reckoning itself among the nation Who can count the dust of jacob, Or number one-forth of isreal? let me die the death of the righteous, And let my end be like his. Rise up, JOHANU, And hear! listen to me, sons and daughters of okun land And let me reigneth
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 07:13:46 +0000
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