Your sons and daughters have gathered
Under the great odum tree
We have come to offer the fruits of our lips
Can you hear the rhythmic tunes of the xylophone?
Can you hear the vibrations from the flutes?
Can you hear the sounds of our melody?
We are the children of your great heritage
We are the children of your great tribe
The tribe our ancestors gave us
The tribe that is not complete without
Its mortar and pistil
We are under the great odum tree
The tree that stands between our two tribes
The tree that gave our posterities life
Your kings are here
Your elders are here
Your children are here
Awake! And listen to our great melody.