Agu n’eche mba; the lion that guards the city
We want to sing praises of your works
We shall gather at the village square, under the great iroko tree
There we shall dance and sing praises of your might
We shall make the soothing sounds of the Oja pierce the dry air
No, we shall blow the Okike, the sacred flute carved out of the tusk of an elephant

Agu n’eche mba; the lion that guards the city
Our brothers from Asaba shall dance the sacred "Egwu-ota"
A dance meant for royalty
N'ihi na ị bụ eze ndị eze


Agu n’eche mba; the lion that guards the city
The one who sends our problems running away like a lion sends the antelope running
Dike na’gha
We have come to sing your praises.