الْمَقَامَةُ الْفَارِقِيَّةُ

And behold, it was our elder, Al-Sarouji, without falsehood or doubt.

Ìyẹn ni, ó jẹ́ àgbàlagbà wa, ọmo ilu Saruji, láìsí irọ́ tàbí iyèméjì.

I realized it was a lie he fabricated and a trap he set.

Mo mọ̀ pé irọ́ ni ó dá, àti pé pakute ni ó gbé kalẹ̀.

But I kept it to myself and protected his secret.

Ṣùgbọ́n mo pa á mọ́ra, mo sì dáàbò bo ìkọ̀kọ̀ rẹ̀.

I threw the ring to him and said: Save it for the funeral expenses.

Mo ju oruka náà fún un, mo sì wí pé: Fipamọ́ fún inawo ìsìnkú.

He said: Woe to you. How bright is your flame and noble your deed!

Ó sọ pé: Ègbé fún ọ. Báwo ni iná rẹ̀ ṣe tàn, àti pé iṣẹ́ rẹ̀ jẹ́ ọlá!

Then he went forward, walking briskly.

Lẹ́yìn náà, ó tẹ̀ síwájú, ó sì ń rìn kíákíá.

I turned to recognize his dead and test his claim.

Mo yí padà láti mọ òkú rẹ̀ àti láti ṣàyẹ̀wò ìjẹ́wọ́ rẹ̀.

So I struck my shin.

Nítorí náà, mo fọwọ gba ẹsẹ̀ mi.

And ignited my passion.

Mo sì dá iná sí ìfẹ́ mi.

Until I caught up with him at a distance.

Títí tí mo rí láti jìnnà kan.