MAN DOWN

Akatariki! Ajijagun!

Whose armor is knitted like fish scales

A leviathan on the dust

Arrayed with strength beyond an army numbered for multitude

Who is the wind before you?

The South and North quiver in their places when they perceive your steps.

Where is your glory?

The splendor that blinds great sight

The cracks in your voice deafen the air

The swiftness that distinguishes you among men of honor.

Cry, oh heart that has known courage;

Weep, fountain of strength for your greatness has been put to waste.

Gold has become dim because he forsook counsel believing all is strength. 

Salt has become bland and its flavor is gone.

He rose like smoke from a fiery furnace

Which vanishes without a trace

How are the mighty fallen!

And, their weapons of warfare forgotten

Leaving their memory as a fantasy!

Oma se o,

Omo akin ti bogun lo.