When I sight your stretched hands in tattered green,
I hail you king of the woods.
The greatest of other marvels seen
Is your oil not one of the trader’s goods?
Is it not your kernels that bless my food?
Without you my world would be no good.
When I see the red nuts from miles,
I hail again, wealth provider.
Are your nuts not oil mines?
Are the kernels not a greater wonder?
Even in death your branch kindles fire.
You are indeed a life saver.
When I feel your trunk in dusty brown,
I hail once again lord of the forest.
Many trees might seek your crown
but none can do better to give me rest.
Is it not your wine I drink during the Akalabó?
Do I not sell it on the market days of Afó?
When I touch your extraordinary roots.
I hail you king of the trees.
Are your leaves not used for roofs?
Which other tree can better this?
Even the Christians need your fronds.
Did the saviour’s donkey not step on fronds?
When I lift my half full gourd,
I hail again master distiller.
You, the greatest made by God
provides wine for even the killer.
Water my heart,water my soul,
make my love’s tendril grow.