Baskadia

Shakespeare knew it

Yet not be mentioned;

Sungu, what shall we do?

There's a deep river between us

With a crocodile in it.

'Were Siru', the bad omen

Has caught families- mine and yours.

None of them can see our distant embraces.

All doomed to quarrel and fight

Like in the Shakespeare.

Don't listen to 'Kelele', the noise for nothing;

Stirring up matters only to laugh later.

Listen neither to 'Chikapo' of the old basket;

Her basket is never empty of loot.

That's why she has an 'esuku' behind her head.

Keep away from the village well;

The gossip is no good for your health,

You will end up insane.

Listen to my words from wise gray hairs

That I declare my life to you.

I, 'Mareba', have asked the gods

And 'Hagaba' has granted:

I will fall the oldest tree on the bank

Across to you to be

Our bridge of reconciliation.

I'm not proud of my father's wealth

But I, myself, have got among others

Fifty in calf cows;

And by the end of the next moon,

I will have more fifty calves.

The gods granting;

'Were' shall bless us,

'Achari' shall cleanse our marriage,

And 'Hagaba' shall give us children

More than the names of these ten villages.

Ho!

What a pity

For the disciplines of 'Were Siru',

The bad omen!