As a beautiful rose flower                                                                             showcasing an amiable personality                                                                    of a caring and loving mother to be.                                                              People watching closely the endearing heart.                         
                     
In love and passion,                                                                                              the seriousness of a young lady                                                              desirous of a man to crown her head                                                              with choice ornaments, rubies and diamonds.
Foretold of  a prince in love,                                                                                  a real man like no other, as true as the morning.                                            With immaculate passion and a pure heart.                                                     But she waits for her supposed Mr. Right. 
Even though she is not a child,                                                                          she is apt to ridicule the dear prince of great esteem.                                   Her friends are wise in hiding their own relationships.                                   When will you grow up, amiable princess?                                                     Abi you no won be like the Iroko tree? 
Look at your man, her friends tease her in hush tones.                                    As they pass his room on their way to the farm.                                               Be quiet and watch my fool dancing nude.                                                          A price to pay by those who fall in love.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    