Afoxé de Oxalá

Under your merciful Allah
Father give me protection
Listen to my prayer
Guard me with your Allah
And guard all these people

Father is the elderly Lord
He is the young man who makes war
He is the air that feeds the fire
He is the rain that wets the earth
Staff and opaxorô
Father reach out your hand to me
Relieve my pain while pounding the mortar

There goes a funfun procession
Playing your ijexá
The sum of a hundred is one
One voice singing

Orun ye
Allah, Allah, Orun Allah
Orun ye