Let her mourn her Abiku son
he has gone for the second time
let her cry the pregnant cry
for, she might not cry another time
the abiku has brought her no mercy
you abiku, if you come back third time
we will cut your shortest finger
the shortest finger of your right hand
we will burn it into coal and
we will ground it into powder
and we will mark your face with our,
traditional mark of our world
we have no another mercy in hidden
and the only mercy neighbour with this woman
is the merciless of our traditon this time
so, make the heaven your home