الْمَقَامَةُ الصَّنْعَانِيَّةُ

Containing a crowd and wailing

Tí ó kun fun ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn àti ẹkún

So I entered the thicket of the gathering

Nígbà náà ni mo wọ inú àkojọ ènìyàn náà

To probe the cause of the tears

Láti wádìí ìdí ẹkún náà

And I saw in the center of the circle

Mo sì rí ní àárín àyíká náà

A person of aged appearance

Ẹnìkan tí ó ti dàgbà

Upon him was the gear of a traveler

Tí ó wọ aṣọ irin ajò

And he had the tone of lamentation

Tí ó sì ní ohùn ẹkún

And he was imprinting rhymed prose with the jewels of his words

Ó sì ń ṣe àkọlé ọ̀rọ̀ orin pẹ̀lú àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ dáradára rẹ̀

And he strikes the ears with the rebukes of his admonition

Ó sì ń lu etí pẹ̀lú àwọn ìkìlọ̀ ìwàásù rẹ̀

And mixed groups had surrounded him

Àwọn ẹgbẹ́ oríṣiríṣi ti yí i ká