A Hymn To My Mak'R
The Sun extols Thee by her rays;
by Eche Ononukwe
the Moon, the skies and the cloud wave their hands to Thee
by their splendid bows at dawn, at night and in the day:
all heav’nly bodies are at Thy feet,
dancing round Thy Majestic Throne night and day.
We, beings, eulogize Thee each time,
for having creat’d us and the sea tide;
my me in me praises and dances to Thy greatness,
for having made me in your image and likeness.
I, the great minstrel, praise thee now
for making me a first-class
when all have made me second-class!
To Thee do I bow and lift my hand,
having train’d me for battle against my foes!