Men and women gather, blood pumps fear
The ATENTEBEN and its twin ODURUGYA
The bearers of news introduced by sad tunes
Sorrow sweeps the township as the tides of the ocean
Dark linen over the shoulders of men
Their tears knotted in their belly
They only kept shaking their heads
A symbol of their manhood, a conceal of grief
Women as ladybirds threw their hands in the air.
No need to be hard and strong
No need to withhold tears
No need to act up
Their emotions in the direction the wind blows
Like the tides towards the shore
the atenteben in his hands caused a mountain and valley of lament.
The building shakes, its no longer firm
The flute again, dispersing solemn rythm of pain
The rythm reverberates the awareness of a fallen pillar
The tap root of a great tree is dead
Can the tree hold?
Its branches and growing fruits are desolate
A chorus of mourners
Like all other moments, this shall also pass
Void by the absence of your voice
Pain by the loss of our gain
Tears by the memories of your years
Memories of this bond shall linger
