Orunmilá

Destiny drew
A line of Odú
Divination, circular dance
Oracular voice
Wave comes and goes, future too

If the present has already died
A second ago
I was the one who killed
Ground, footprint, trace of those who have passed
One more plot in sixteen endings

Word of Ifá, ikin and opelè
Or merindilogun
In the dust of iyerosun
Word of Ifá
Thrown on the opon
Straight from Orun

Destiny revealed how many I will be
From the poorest to the king
With the eye forward, seeing behind
And understanding all the signs

If the present is reborn
A second ahead
I was the one who generated
And time resists like an embryo
Chasing life, loose in the vastness

Word of Ifá, ikin and opelè
Or merindilogun
In the dust of iyerosun
Word of Ifá
Thrown on the opon
Straight from Orun

Destiny revealed how many I will be
From the poorest to the king
With the eye forward, seeing behind
And understanding all the signs

If the present has already died
A second ago
I was the one who killed
Ground, footprint, trace of those who have passed
One more plot in sixteen endings

Word of Ifá, ikin and opelè
Or merindilogun
In the dust of iyerosun
Word of Ifá
Thrown on the opon
Straight from Orun