When we have gathered in Mawu
and shared our fears and projected our dreams
against roaring storms in fervent hope;
having eaten yam with pepper-soup
and quaffed and cried and laughed;
we reach for the under of the drink and say
agoooooo... agooooooo... lo!
We ask for peace; fafa, fafa
so we observe the closing prayer
and this is to bury the quaff down our bellies
the meal we have had and all what we have talked about;
may it all reach home!
When we sow our seeds, they should yield fruits
our men, when they get up, they should stand as men;
may the breasts of our women spring with abundant life
may we continue to multiply.
We wish no one ill. never. never. not at all
but those who aim their arrows at us will have them struck broken
before their elbows;
we wish no one ill!
ooo Mawu o … this is our prayer
fafa, here before my feet, a drink
do afe
fafa, here to the right, a drink
do afe
fafa lo, here, to the left, a drink
do afe
We thank our ancestors
for while we drink they drink with us
so when we depart, we go with them;
may they take hold of our feet and place them on the right paths
fafa, fafa, fafa
and here, the last gulp
pfieeeeeennnnnnnn…
do afe loo
reach home, reach home
do afe…, do afe…, do afe…
