الْمَقَامَةُ الْمَرَاغِيَّةُ

And the upturning of his nose

Àti bí ó ṣe ń gbé imú sókè

That he was crouching to spring forth

Pé ó ń bẹ̀rẹ̀ láti fò jáde

And gathering himself to extend his reach

Ó sì ń kójọ ara rẹ̀ láti ná ọwọ́ rẹ̀

And a taut bowstring sharpening arrows

Ó sì dàbí okùn ọrùn tó ń pọn ọfà mú

And a crouching lion seeking combat

Ó sì dàbí kìnnìún tó ń wá ìjà

So when the quivers were emptied

Nígbà tí wọ́n ti lo gbogbo ọfà tán

And the stillness returned

Tí ìdákẹ́ sì padà

And the winds calmed

Tí afẹ́fẹ́ sì dákẹ́

And the contender ceased

Tí alátakò sì dákẹ́

And the roars quieted

Tí ariwo sì dákẹ́