OREKELEWA
See yonder, a beauteous sight!
A wonderful sight, like the stars at night
The cynosure of all eyes, a fragrant flower
She is what she is called, Orekelewa

Looking at her dark tresses
Adorned by her gorgeous gele
Seeing her, my hearts beats like the omele
When sounded on the forest’s trees

She swings her hips, graciously feminine
Her walking grace is so feline
We call her complexion aponbepore
She must be an okin, the beautiful eye

Consider her ankara material
Fitting her as if brought from ajule orun
Her beauty must be supernatural
She must be a coral, an iyun

Looking at her lustrous eyes
You will simply call her eleyinju ege
When she flashes her dazzling smiles
You will want to walk with her a dozen miles

You must be sent from up above
Perhaps you descended like a dove
To make our hearts flutter
O epitome of natural beauty, Orekelewa!
Mo ma ba e lo, Orekelewa
I will go with you forever, wherever!
© 2016, ESD