My brave boy
My little lion
He is a cub.
He is the son of a lion.
Grandchild of the Lion
He is close to 1.
Rabiul Auwal, it is his day.
And October is his day.
His age is Nigeria's age.
He breathed in air that
day his country breathed

"Long live my boy, Habeeb Auwal Habeeb.
May your life forever be filled with blue.
May green fall upon you all the days.
May white cover you the whole of your life.
And may light guide your beginning and end."

go to the blown
never meet all down
Just wear a gown.
and own all thrown
put on a head crown
go downtown, uptown
and hometown in the sundown
Never let flyblown regrown

My role just rolls
As in call as falls
I touched wall *****.
hands scroll on sidewalls
The stonewall and the carryalls
Will befall broomballs

Gawuna has already come.
Keep your eyes open and see
I'm sure he's already here.
Saturday will judge.
In Kano, Gawuna came
He came with a white plan.
which will be bright.
What is destroyed will be rebuilt.
The one who was taken away will give it back.
I'm sure Gawuna will come.
It will come with all the grace styles.
which will spread anywhere.
Young people will enjoy it.
Women will have the freedom
Children will feel pity,
from the Gawuna of the Kano community.

If you get in a bitter car one day,
you will get off at the honey station.

one day

An kai mari an kai gauro
An hana mai noma yin roro
saboda manoma da yan bindiga sun yi karo
gwamnati, jami'an tsaro tayi kauro