الْمَقَامَةُ الْحُلْوَانِيَّةُ

The narrator of this story said:

Olùsọ ìtàn yìí sọ pé:

When I saw the burning of his ember,

Nígbà tí mo rí bí iná rẹ̀ ṣe ń jó,

and the brilliance of his manifestation,

àti ìtànṣán ìfarahàn rẹ̀,

I scrutinized his appearance.

Mo ṣàyẹ̀wò ìrísí rẹ̀ dáadáa.

I gazed upon his features.

Mo tẹjúmọ́ àwọn ìwọ̀n rẹ̀.

And behold, it was our Sheikh as-Saruji.

Ó sì jẹ́ pé, ó jẹ́ baba wa yen omo ilu Saruji.

His dark night had turned moonlit.

Òru dúdú rẹ̀ ti di òru òṣùpá.

So I congratulated myself on his arrival.

Nítorí náà mo kí ara mi kú oríire fún dídé rẹ̀.

And hastened to kiss his hand.

Mo sì yára láti fẹnu kó ọwọ́ rẹ̀.

I said to him: What has altered your appearance?

Mo sọ fún un: Kí ni ó ti yí ìrísí rẹ padà?