"Hanging Tree Ayan ravaged by wind
Stayed for nine days, while my wife with his lightning and storms
Opened the way for me in perdition, in search of his brother to receive me in his palace ...
Hanged by the noose of the king of herbs, made an offering to funfun,
My father killed me.
Ayan was suspended in the tree, whose roots, so deep,
It is unknown to men.
No friends, no brothers, no bread and no drink,
Before he died, I heard my playing drums beneath the earth ...
And even when looking into the depths, clung eagerly to Odus ...
For each word becomes new words ...
For each act brought to the world new choices and freedom ...
And hold me to them, the thunder out of my mouth
And as a child raised up on the tombstone, touching the gowns.
My father killed me ...
For my ax hammer transformed
Bring back justice to the world lying cruel kings and ministers that will soon be burned. "