Sangó. The god my father once served.
Sòpòná. The god his servants taught me of, and forced me to forever reverence.
Orunmilá. The deity who gave knowledge. And deprived no one else of it.
How can I please you all? And not offend Orì: my own soul.
My path has now strayed from yours…
My thoughts are no longer in your courts.
My voice is now locked on another chord.
And I have found a god whose laws are no chores.
I, the son of Oòduá; whose worries are no more; whose troubles have all gone, can no longer please you all.