nwanyị mara mma
A beauty seen as an abomination
As it challenges the beauty of the goddess
Testing immortal potency, árú
A mara mma nke na-enwu
dị ka na nke chi nwanyị nke osimiri


Anya ya na-ihunanya
Making strong men become weak men
Her eyes transmitting signals
that transports honorable men
To a land of fantasy, at first sight

A beauty louder than the town crier mighty gongs
A beauty which makes men become intoxicated at first sight
An emerald of inestimable value
Mma gburu ndị nwoke

Ya mara mma olu
Her voice so lovely that it pierce a cold demeanor
A voice that could tempt even the heavenly dwellers
A voice one could undoubtedly mix up for Nightingale's


She moves around during the evening
At the center of the market square,
She dances to the sound of Nnamdi Ekwe, Emeka Ogene, Kelechi Ichaka and somtochukwu's Oja
“Egwu Eji” the onlookers chants
Ọ nwere ike na-agba egwu

 As she feline strolls down the forlorn trail back home
Men of various characters stops her,
The noble men says “M chọrọ fụ ndị begị”
And the ignoble men says “M hụrụ gị n'anya na-na enyi m nwanyị”.