Ndere ya Mokaisɛ
Oje oje bariyo waaa
Oje oje aikondo bariyooo waaa
Kumba ni ngomo

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

Minya ma mbusa,
Omo kaisɛ bemɛɗi ba moɗema iŋa
Wa nɔngɔ ɗina iɗa ɗi bakɛɗɛ na ba njengi.
Minya ma mbusa,
Omo kusa mabuse ima na bangambo
Wa samboɗɛ mbonjo eya na ba imɔ.

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

O tete ya bakonja ibasu,
Omo tɛmɛnɛ miango ma bekɔkisɛ iba;
Ose kɔngɛɗɛ ndere ya mbota eya.
Minya ma mbusa,
Omo yɔɗisɛ mbua o masoso ima
Wa bukisɛ nja o mea ma bana iba.

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

Minya ma boso ma mafɔ,
Osi banyisɛ ɗoba o mbus' a beɗɛmu ibabɛ;
O tuti boso o nyoɗ' a isɔ inɛnɛ.
Minya mani ma boso,
O wɔɗisɛ maboɗa imabɛ ma bobe
O nyoɗ' a mba ifɛ na ma kenja.

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

W' akofi ŋeka asa bokaka ndiba bɔngɔ!
Nama kondama o mbɔkɔ ya baniongo,
Oma sɔɗɔ o beyongo ba ituka iyabɛ.
Minya ma boso ma mafɔ,
Bonam boma timba ɗi namisɛ mba;
Osi tɔkɔni ɗotɔkɔ o mekanjo.

Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise

Obaseaboli Akora winda
Obaseaboli
Obaseaboli Akora winda
Obaseaboli
Obaseaboli Akora winda
Obaseaboli Akora Tete winda
Obaseaboli Akora Tete winda
Obaseaboli Akora winda
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise
Mocho oh
Ndere ya mokaise
Iyingokori
Ndere ya mokaise



Dialect translation
In days past,
You judged the thoughts of my heart
And took my name onto the altar of the jealous.

In days past,
You harvested the wrongs of my past with the wicked
And dimmed the shine of my face in the presence of the good.

In the midst of the children of our land,
You stood witness to my persecution
And gave no thought to the plight of my offspring.

In days past,
You caused it to rain upon my fireplace
And made the famine last in the bowels of my son.



In my honor’s despise,
You drummed up case upon case
To mire my children’s path.
In the rainy days,
Your shrines showered praise upon my tormentors
And exalted the killers of my generation.

The days ahead are here!
You have not shone the sun upon your deeds;
You cover your face in great shame.
In these days and on,
You have weakened your practice of iniquity
For I, too, have gained strength.

He who bears the staff fears not the lagoon!
I perch on the summit of the truth
And you are submerged in the depth of your lies.

The days ahead are here!
The cup of blessing has found me;
And you crow no more on your withered branch.