الْمَقَامَةُ الدِّمْيَاطِيَّةُ

I heard a man with a loud voice,

Mo gbọ́ ohùn ọkùnrin kan tó loke,

Saying to his night companion in the camps:

Tí ń sọ fún ẹlẹgbẹ́ rẹ̀ ní òru nínú àgọ́:

How is the rule of your conduct,

Báwo ni òfin ìwà rẹ,

With your generation and your neighbors?

Pẹ̀lú ìran rẹ àti àwọn aládùúgbò rẹ?

He said: I care for the neighbor,

Ó sọ pé: Mo ń tọ́jú aládùúgbò,

Even if he wrongs me.

Bí ó tilẹ̀ ṣe mí ní ibi.

And I offer connection,

Mo sì ń pèsè ìbágbépọ̀,

To those who attack.

Fún àwọn tí wọ́n kọlù mí.

And I tolerate the companion,

Mo sì ń faradà ẹnìkejì,

Even if he shows confusion.

Bí ó tilẹ̀ fi ìdàrúdàpọ̀ hàn.