13 The Dead Wakes the Dead

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Ifa agent of gods,

Emissary of the gods, welcome

We admit you were sent,

Tales of divination reveal you as a messenger.

To you once again we greet,

"I am orisa, agent from Eledumare,

Seeming abiku, reflecting ebora, gnome of the forest;

I am but a messenger of war, to warn,

Reflecting the ancient in the future,

I am but a piece of mystics' reflection."

But we had long expected your coming,

Before, we thought you had ceased, But Ifa Agbonmiregun, illumine us, Orisa, to what is your mission?

"See dust claiming solidity.

I cry warnings of war,

From your mockery, reflection of vengeance is made.

By your minds,

Tears of mission are known."

Orisa you have trampled upon our understanding;

Our ears are given out in marriage to the deaf,

"Then with you all are my dear words,

As the shadow images of night,

And as the stars of the blues,