Ifá, the sacred wisdom of the Yoruba,
Whispers of the ancients in the rustling leaves,
Echoes of divinity in the murmuring streams,
The voice of Olóďùmárè, supreme of the seen and unseen,
Weaving the threads of destiny in the cosmic loom.
It speaks through the diviner’s palm,
Guided by the breath of Ọ̀rúnmìlà, sage of the cosmos,
Revealing paths hidden and futures unseen,
A compass for the soul, navigating the seas of life,
A lighthouse in the storm, a guide in the night.
Ifá is the heartbeat of tradition,
The song of the earth and sky in harmony,
A dance of truths unveiled, of mysteries shared,
Binding the past, present, and future in its eternal embrace,
A symphony of wisdom that echoes through time.
It is the light in the darkness,
The whisper in the wind,
The echo in the silence,
The sacred thread that binds the world.
Ifá, the voice of Olóďùmárè,
The breath of Ọ̀rúnmìlà,
The wisdom of the ages,
The heart of the Yoruba.
It carries the prayers of the devoted,
In the rhythm of the drums, in the chant of the priest,
Each verse a bridge to the heavens,
Each ritual a step in the eternal dance.
Ifá, the guardian of mysteries,
The keeper of time’s secrets,
The storyteller of creation’s birth,
The silent witness to the unfolding of life.
In the dawn’s first light, in the dusk’s gentle embrace,
Ifá whispers wisdom to the willing ear,
A promise of guidance, a vow of truth,
The eternal flame that illuminates the path.
The essence of the earth, the spirit of the sky,
Ifá weaves the fabric of existence,
Binding hearts and souls in its divine tapestry,
A ground to the sacred, a tribute to the infinite.
Ifá, the eternal oracle, the sacred path,
In its verses, the universe unfolds,
In its wisdom, life’s journey is revealed,
The timeless echo of the Yoruba soul.
It is the foundation of justice, the source of truth,
The mirror reflecting the divine will,
The essence of balance, the harmony of opposites,
Guiding the righteous, comforting the weary.
In the festivals and the feasts, in the quiet moments of reflection,
Ifá’s presence is felt, its spirit invoked,
A celebration of life, a reverence for the sacred,
A commitment to the eternal dance of existence.
Ifá, the healer of wounds, the restorer of peace,
In its counsel, solace is found,
In its rituals, renewal is embraced,
The cycle of life, death, and rebirth honored and understood.
The sacred grove, the ancient temple,
Where the priests and priestesses call upon Ifá,
The sacred oaths taken, the divine promises made,
A covenant with the cosmos, a pact with the divine.
Ifá, the beacon of hope, the pillar of strength,
Its wisdom a shield, its knowledge a sword,
Protecting the faithful, empowering the meek,
The silent force that shapes destiny, the guiding star in the night.
It is the breath of the ancestors, the voice of the unborn,
The bridge between the living and the dead,
A continuum of existence, a testament to eternity,
The eternal song that sings of life’s beauty and complexity.
Ifá, the sacred path, the divine journey,
In its embrace, the soul finds peace,
In its teachings, the mind discovers clarity,
The heart is filled with the light of understanding.
With each divination, with each invocation,
Ifá’s wisdom flows like a river,
Nourishing the spirit, enriching the mind,
A boundless source of inspiration and enlightenment.
Ifá, the eternal flame, the sacred fire,
Burning bright in the hearts of the Yoruba,
Its light a guide, its warmth a comfort,
A witness to the divine, a tribute to the sacred.
