Muideen Lanre Dauda (Oct.30,1987 / Iseyin)
'EWA Nı E'(You Are Beauty)
At the market, where there are many
You are the most precious human
— And the only reason the market is
You charm all buyers, alluring them
to make a purchase.
You are Princess Ayotomiwa,
The daughter of King Adekanbi
— The Alafin (sovereign) of Oyo.
You are the only maiden,
Whom the sky follows with its eyes.
Last night I heard some
'awoko' bird (nightingale)
Perched on trees:
They praised your beauty,
Like they praised the growing maize,
I once heard some
'akewi' (poet) too —
In the pocket of an outfit: cut from
Eetu (fine quality royal fabric.)
I compare your beauty
With the colourful shape,
Which appears while the sun
Exchanges pleasantries with the
Not long ago, I heard the
'ewiri' (bellows) of a blacksmith,
Depicting your beauty as a night full
And your round-shape face, like the
15th day moon.
And the dimples on your cheeks
While you smile, are like two circles
drawn with a compass.
You entangle me in your love-web.
You are like water in a stream in the
Should I keep it secret, or tell about
your straight legs,
Which stand like a cedar tree?
Your 'aagogoo' (rubber) hairstyle,
Envelops your beauty, like a cock's
The 'Aran' (stretchy) garment on
Attracts the eye, like a growing
But all these are mere advantages
And blessings given to you by
Eledua (the Creator.)
For your real beauty is hidden
Behind a friendly visage you have:
Of a homely character, like a dove.
As it's said: beauty without
It is like moon-night without stars.
Also like fruit without its sweet
Your bewitching behaviour,
It could appeal to the scariest
Your attitude of a dove,
Hangs me on its trapping hook,
Which, I can never escape from.
I will forever remember the day
Your soft-spoken words have tamed
an angry lion.
You are like a regular water stream,
Which mediates the conflict between
You are not just a beauty in looks.
You are also a beauty in flesh
— The most beautiful of all beauties.
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