In the land of the rising sun,
Where the Niger River's waters run,
There stands a queen, so fair and bright,
My Olori, my guiding light.

With skin as dark as the richest soil,
And eyes that shine like the morning's toil,
Her beauty reigns, a sight to behold,
A treasure trove, worth more than gold.

Her heart is pure, her spirit kind,
A reliable haven, where love entwines,...