الْمَقَامَةُ الصَّنْعَانِيَّةُ

And opposite them was a jar of wine

Níwájú wọn sì jẹ́ ìkòkò ọtí wáìnì

So I said to him: O you, is that your news

Mo sì sọ fún un pé: Ìrẹ̀, ṣé iyen ni ìròyìn rẹ

And this your real state?

Ṣé èyí ni ipò rẹ gangan?

So he sighed the sigh of intense heat

Ó sì mí èémí lile bí ooru

And he almost burst with rage

Ó fẹ́rẹ̀ẹ́ bẹ́ nítorí ìbínú

And he kept staring at me

Ó sì ń wo mí fínnífinní

Until I feared he would attack me

Títí tí mo fi bẹ̀rù pé ó le kọlù mí

When his fire subsided

Nígbà tí ìbínú rẹ̀ rọ̀

And his heat disappeared

Tí ìgbóná rẹ̀ sì parẹ́

He recited: I wore the ragged garment seeking sweets

Ó sọ: Mo wọ aṣọ àkísà ní wíwá oúnjẹ dídùn