Máfipáwówó by Ọláńrewajú Adépọ̀jù

Ẹ métí bora kẹ́ gbóhun tí mo fẹ́ wí orin ewì ń gbé mi nínú Ibi mo sọ̀rọ̀ dé ni ngó fàbọ̀ sí Orin ọgbọ́n ṣẹ́kù nínú mi Orin olówó lorin tó yó sí mi lẛnu Kò sí gbàrọgùdù mọ́, orin olówó ló kù nílẹ̀ Mo ní b’ọ́lọ́lá ayé ti lọ́lá tó Ọlọ́lá ò le sùn kó dijú tán Owó ni wọ́n tún fi ojojúmọ́ lé pa kiri Àjáàjo ò sì jẹ́ kí wọ́n rí ìhà méjééjì sùn Wọn ò ráyè sùn lálẹ́ Wọn ò ráyè orun lójú mọmọ Bẹ́ẹ̀ni àsùnfalala àsùnjátọ́ lọmọ tálákà ń sùn Àá ti gbọ́ pé èèyàn lówó tán irú wọn ò tún kófà orun Ka rójú tán ka tún mọ́ọ wákú kiri Ká ti rírọ̀rùn tán, ká mọ́ọ wá wàhálà Nítòótọ́ ni mo gbọ́ pé olúṣekún ìná kìí tánwó Owó táa ṣiṣẹ́ fún ní lọ́ra lọ́wọ́ ẛni Ẹ̀mí owó ò lè gùn fẹ́ni tó bá ń sùn sílẹ̀ Ṣugbọn béyàn bá lówó ó yẛ kó tún lè nísinmi Èwo ni ká wówówówó ká wá dẛrú owó Kọ́mọ ẹ̀dá ó ma rọ́jú kẹ̀wù ìdàmú bọra rẹ̀ lọ́rùn Ká sáré lọ ní kùtùkùtù ìdájí ká wọlé lọ́gànjọ́ lóru Kójú ó tó mọ́ ká ti tún lọ Ká máa ṣe kìtàkìtà ní gbogbo àkókò Ẹ bá mi wí fólówó Kí wọn ó yé tọwọ́ bọ ikú lójú Kí ọmọ èyàn ó sinmi díẹ̀ kí ó ṣiṣẹ́ díẹ̀ ló tọ̀nà Ẹ bá mi sọ fún ọlọ́rọ̀ kó fúnra rẹ̀ láàyè ìsinmi Kó le hu irun funfun lórí kó tó lọ sálákeji Èyàn tí ò bá sinmi ní kú láyì tásìkò Ìhòhò pátá la kúkú rìn wáyé, ọwọ́ lọmọ ẹ̀dá ń sán r’ọ̀run Kóní kálùlù ó yé pára rẹ̀ láyà

No money (literal translation of Ọláńrewajú Adépọ̀jù’s poem)

How many times have you heard that I want to say that the poetry of poetry is what keeps me alive This is where I said goodbye The song of wisdom remains in me A rich song on which I was intoxicated There is no barrogudu anymore, only rich music is left in the land I said how glorious the world is God cannot sleep until it is complicated Money is also used daily Travelers did not allow them to see both sides sleeping They were not allowed to sleep at night They don’t see the sky on purpose Yes, the poor man sleeps restlessly I have heard that rich people like them do not seek heaven Read the page and read again When it’s easy, let’s get to the trouble I truly heard that the one who fills the fire does not spend The money we work for is slow from one’s hand The spirit of money cannot last long if it is sleeping But if he is rich he should also be able to relax Which one should we count and save money? He always wears a shirt of trouble around his neck Let’s run in the early morning and come in at midnight Look at it before we go again Let’s be diligent all the time Tell me about advertising Let them understand that death is imminent It is right for a child to rest a little and work a little Tell the rich man to take his own life He can’t put white hair on his head before going to the gym A person who does not rest will die in a short time Barefoot we walk in the world, hands like creatures are reaching the sky It was hard for him to understand