الْمَقَامَةُ القهقرية

In every sky, there is a rising for me every day and its setting.

Nínú gbogbo òfurufú, yíyọ kan wà fún mi ní gbogbo ọjọ́ àti ìwọ̀-õrùn rẹ̀.

And so the exile, his figure changes and his destination is faraway.

Nítorí náà, arìnrìn-àjò náà, ìrísí rẹ ń yípadà, ibi tí ń lọ sí jìnà

Then he turned away, dragging his sides, and swinging his arms.

Lẹ́yìn náà, ó yí padà, ó ń fà èyìn rẹ̀, ó sì ń gbé ọwọ́ rẹ̀.

And we were between looking back at him and rushing towards him.

Àti pé a wà láàárín fífọ́jú sí i àti sí sáré lọ bá

Then we delayed not remove our siting belts , and dispersed like the hands of Saba.

Lẹ́yìn náà, a ko kùnà láti yára okun ìjókòó, a sì tuka bí àwon ọwọ́ Saba.