OSAN (ORANGE)

Glaring tempting eyes,
Soothing ravishing smile.
Thirst bud quencher; tongue’s soothing stimulator,
Do drop and embrace the earth’s call.

Orombo; incomparable among fruits.
That’s what mother called you.
Oyinladun Osan; Orange tastes like honey.
That’s how the street hawkers sing your praise.
Omi aladun; sweet flowing water
Awelewa to fi ori igi se le;
A beauty that made the tree her home.
Do drop and quench this thirst.

Awo loju ma peyin da;
You who men look in the eye and never turn back.
Children stare eager to climb-
And reach for your affection.
Big round bursting ball,
I can fell a tree to have you.
Oh! Do drop to extinguish this desire.

Aso l’oko ma binu;
Never gets angry when pelted with stones.
Restlessness you brought to the tree,
You made the humming bees your guard-
And allow the birds suck you to ugliness,
Is it, so we can’t have a thirst of you?

How can beauty bring you pains?
Awelewa, a sun Kun se eje loju,
Your tears bring forth blood.
Kindness brings you curse.
Do drop to stop the children-
From pelting you with stones.

The tree trembled-
From the hands of the passing wind.
Floating drops of leaves on our faces-
Still you stood staring down at us.
Ma wo loju pose; Never hiss when you look at her,
Or your belly might turn sour.
Our foots are weary-
We lift not this basket of disappointment.