Fast falls the evening tide
I am he that walks the beach with feet unshod
I am the Iroko, I stand fast: unmovable
I am the Oracle: I foretell your discontent
Why call you from afar?
What ails thee?
The thunder strikes but does not split asunder
The storm rages, but not a leaf leaves its sheath
The sea rises, but what do I care
Now that beneath my shade you stand
Call again, maybe I will answer
Be swift for fast falls the evening tide
When none should be abroad lest woe betide