For moments Land left uncultivated For seasonless season Pasture left unplowed Left lone; dormant field In ponderous dilapidation There grass grows In fistful profusion Asleep solid soil Clad in fruitless tares Pachydomatous plain Array in thorny grass O fallow ground! In desolation; for how long Will you live and reign As prodigal wasteland? Break up your fallowness O fallow ground! Hark now Abandon not the Ìlèdú In huge and hefty devastation Unclog firmly today Sterile, barren grains And plough and plant Luxuriant crops For you to reap aplenty In cordial clemancy