I am the voice of Yaa Asantewaa
Ɔbaabasia a metwamu kɔ me baabi
Ma abrane, ne akwabrane, ne akwabrafoɔ
Ho woso sɛ ayowa mu nsuo!
Enti motete hɔ reyɛ dɛn ni?
The winds have long swept my footsteps away
Those steps I took, leaving my own blood
As a trail for frail men to follow
Mmm! Mahome rete na adɛn?
You have allowed the very dust of your nature
To take over
As I told Anansesɛm by the fireside,
I never taught you Greed.
As I showed you the dance steps of warriors,
I never sang songs of lies
Ei! Enti mabrɛ ɛgu anaa?
It was for love that I sliced off my breasts
And exchanged my hand-carved laddle
For a gun heavy with our metallic tears
It was not for me that I tore off
My waistbeads of gold
And in their place tied tight a talisman
That hardened my heart.
Adɛn nti na momu bi agyaagyae moho
Ama hyɛhyɛnpɛ arere moakoma ama no asa?
I will say no more.
I will go back, sit on my stool and watch
For what I see while seated
None of you here can catch even a glimpse
Of its shadow
From atop the tallest tree
I will say no more