Ikú Bàbá Yèyé o!
I hail thee, ‘omo ikú tí ikú ò gbódò’ pa’—the child of death, whom death must not kill; omo árún tí árún kò gbódò se—the child of pestilence, whom pestilence must not strike. Sàngó, incarnate, it is you I greet! The mighty one who billows fire in the mouth! Oba Koso! The king never committed suicide!
It is unto you I chant, Aláafín Òyó. The stealthiness of the tiger is not cowardice. The rain…
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