“OBA EREDIAUWA
The mighty eagle has gone to rest behind the clouds
The Iroko Tree has swam into the depths of the sea
The sun bleeds a ready sacrifice to the horizon
The home leopard has gone to take a rest in the dreaded grove
The pillar of chalk is broken in front of the ancestral court
Behold the Oba has his golden ship laden in readiness
For the inevitable voyage on the Eze N’emimikpo
Of awesome repute lapping the heels of Oke N’Alubode
The mysterious pathway of transitory souls
Let’s bid okhiendehia to our great and dependable king
The pride of a proud race, second to no other king
A light unto an era, fountain of wisdom, pot of knowledge
Accessible to all who crossed his path or visited his court
Benevolent king, protector of the weak and friend of all
Sail away, sail on in majestic glide and grace
Sail into the misty balm of lands unknown, unsearchable
Of regions of unimaginable bliss and rest
Do not look back, you cannot look back
With your great legacies left behind, we are content, we are grateful.
Oba gha to, okpere!”
- Osagie Ize-Iyamu
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