Libation

Give me a drink for I have a prayer to say A hard native brew for a strong supplication to Mawu. I shall call Okplejen the mighty God who bears the earth and her siblings. Then I will call Klotia and call Amli The tree that bore the fruit from which seed this shoot sprouted. Ododoben full to empty Warrior's linguist listen, hear for your lord Agoooo eii!! Agooo! Kantankani boafo, King-bi King Amlalobi Amlalo Ataa-Naa Nyornmor I call on you Keep not your ears away from my cry For tomorrow has come home to today A palanquin on a hill bears the valley's regal Kunim sits on a lofty valley view at Neehu Awaiting the glorious royal descend to familiar cacophony. The drag is long on the crag. Hewaletse,I pray strength to the often weary tendons of the yoke bearer. To body and soul, nourishment and fortification. O Yehowa, summon thy guards to the palanquin's safety. By fire at night, by clouds in the day you lead Break the limbs of treacherous men who ride on the veil of darkness to commit evil Blind the evil-envious eyes of the wicked and dumb the cursing tongue. Surely the stranger-native must come home safely and in glory. Tswa ni omanye aba! Hiao!!