الْمَقَامَةُ الصَّنْعَانِيَّةُ

Then he recited: Woe to the seeker of the world

Lẹ́yìn náà ó sọ: Ègbé ni fún olùwá ayé

Who bends his devotion towards it

Tí ó ń tẹ orí rẹ̀ ba fún un

He does not awaken from his passion for it and his excessive infatuation

Kò jí kúrò nínú ìfẹ́ rẹ̀ àti ìfẹ́ àṣejù rẹ̀

If he knew, a sip would suffice him from what he desires

Tí ó bá mọ̀, mímu díẹ̀ ìbá tó fún un nínú ohun tí ó ń fẹ́

Then he calmed his dust

Lẹ́yìn náà ó tú erùpẹ̀ rẹ̀ ka

And dried his saliva

Ó sì gbẹ itọ́ ẹnu rẹ̀

And carried his water bottle on his arm

Ó sì gbe kondo re ko apa

And tucked his staff under his arm

Ó sì gbé ọ̀pá rẹ̀ sí abẹ́ apá rẹ̀

When the group gazed at his readiness

Nígbà tí àwọn ènìyàn wo ìmúrasílẹ̀ rẹ̀

And saw his preparation to leave his position

Tí wọ́n sì rí ìmúrasílẹ̀ rẹ̀ láti kúrò ní ijoko rẹ̀