Come, we will branch at the house of Ogun

Chant: Lakaaye, osin imole  (He whose influence spreads all over the earth,

chief amongst the divinities.)

Onile owo, olana ola  (Owner of the house of money,

owner of the road to wealth.)

Onile kangun-kagun ti mbe lode orun  (Owner of the innumerable houses of heaven)

Ogun, even other divinities pay you homage,

You who cleared the way to the unformed world

And rules the path to every shrine.

Ogun bathes with blood,

Hot, flowing, spouting red blood;

May we not walk the road

On the day of your anger,

May we not loiter at the street corner

On the night of your vengeance.

Here great spirit, here is your dog…

We worship not the iron piece stuck in the earth

But he who guides and protects all,

The patron saint of the forge.

Chant: Esu ma se mi  (Please Esu do not deal with me)

Omo elomi ni o se  (Find someone else to deal with)

Onile orita, gb’ebo o  (Lord of the crossroad, accept this offering)

D’oju ota bole!   (Grind the enemy’s face in the earth!)

Sit down friend and listen!

Only the foolish stranger

Scorns the crossroads offering.

When the heathen overturn the pots and bowls of Esu,

It is not ours to avenge,

He who toys with Esu

Jokes with his sanity and his life.

Messenger of the Almighty

Criss-crossing  heaven and earth a thousand times a day,

It is not your mischief we fear,

It is your awesome powers to unite or dissolve.

Esu, here is your palm oil,

Make us not the butt of jest

In the market place

Make us not material for empty banter

At the palmwine bar.

Come stranger, come with a true son

To the house of fiery Sango.

The evil tremble when the heavens roar.

We, the children of lightning

Sit in reverence of he who rides the rolling thunder

And with fury, hurls stones

At the liar, the murderer, the adulterer.

Our father with the bright shiny eyes none dares behold,

It is not your violence we revere,

It is your courage, your strength

And the cooling rain

That follows each bout of anger.

Sango olukoso!

Let everyone confess that the king never died

He has only transformed into a higher state.

Jakuta, hurler of stones,

The wrath of Olodumare,

May the earth be rid of every evil thought and deed.