*Poem on farm harvest*
Oh mighty Elédùmarè above, hear my plea,
Grant me a bountiful harvest, I beg thee.
With each passing day, I toil and sow,
Nurturing the fields, watching them grow.
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Elédùmarè is the Lord of the harvest,
Make my harvest plentiful and enrich my body and soul with benefits.
In the golden sunrise, I see hope arise,
The dew-kissed earth, where my dreams reside.
With each drop of rain that gently falls,
Water my crops, answer my calls.
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Elédùmarè is the Lord of the harvest,
Make my harvest plentiful and enrich my body and soul with benefits.
I plow the fields with sweat on my brow,
Planting seeds of faith in the soil below.
With humble hands, I tend to each need,
Praying for abundance, for a fruitful deed.
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Elédùmarè is the Lord of the harvest,
Make my harvest plentiful and enrich my body and soul with benefits.
Guide the sun’s rays with a gentle touch,
Warm the earth, not too little, not too much.
Protect from pests that dare to invade,
Shield my harvest, so that it may not fade.
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Elédùmarè is the Lord of the harvest,
Make my harvest plentiful and enrich my body and soul with benefits.
Mimo mimo ni ti oluwa olorun Elédùmarè
Iba fun Elédùmarè
Iba Asee.
