الْمَقَامَةُ الْبَرْقَعِيدِيَّةُ

There remains no pure one nor purifier

Kò sí ẹni mímọ́ tàbí olùfọ̀mọ́ mọ́

Nor spring Nor helper

Tàbí orísun tàbí olùrànlọ́wọ́

And in evils, equality has appeared

Nínú àwọn búburú, ìdọ́gba ti farahàn

So there is no trustworthy one nor valuable one

Nítorí náà kò sí ẹni tí a lè gbẹ́kẹ̀lé tàbí ẹni tí ó níye

Then he said to her: Reassure yourself and let it be hopeful

Lẹ́yìn náà ó sọ fún un pé: Tu ara rẹ nínú kí o jẹ kò ní ìrètí

And gather the notes and count them

Kí o sì kó àwọn ìwé kékeré náà jọ kí o sì kà wọ́n

She said: I have counted them

Ó sọ pé: Mo ti kà wọ́n

When I retrieved them

Nígbà tí mo gba wọ́n padà

And I found the hand of loss

Mo sì rí ọwọ́ ìsọ̀kúsọ̀

Had taken away one of the notes

Ti gba ọ̀kan nínú àwọn ìwé kékeré náà lọ