To all the infants who were born dead
And are still to be born dead
By day and by night
I bid thee well

To you all who were slain
In the wombs of your mothers
And are still to be slain
I bid you well

Richard , Obinna , Kwame , Fernando
Menou , Bimpe , Francois , Taki
Abdul , Ekanem , Isaura , Navratilova
Yoshida , Fatima , Vicran , Ama
Youssouh , Olga , Schneider , Tracy

And you all
Who should have borne this name this day,
I bid well

All the children who were exterminated alive,
And all the children who are terminated
Before they are born to live,
I bid thee well

In lust you are usually conceived
But sometimes in love as well.
Sometimes under duress

By undesirable elements
Who unceremoniously defile your mothers.

Other times you are cut off
To save the life of that maternal being
Who labours to give you life
Such is life I suppose

To you children
Who faced these melancholic events,
I bid thee well

But oh! To you mothers
Who commit this deliberately
I pray for thee.
And you all who assist in this vicious act
That bleeds the hearts of the gods
I pray for also,
That the mercy of the gods
Be shown on you

How odd a world!
Such a wonder that people wail and weep
At the grave of the only child
That was ravished from the world by death
By God,
Whose property it is.

Yet others do not see the necessity
To weep for those infants
Whose lives are unjustly sacrificed.
Blessed is each home
That houses a soul of expiation.

Dear God,
I pray thou have mercy
On our mortal hearts
For prematurely ending the lives
Of those you give breath

To you O children,
I implore your forgiveness
On us mortals
I pray thee
Have mercy on your slayers
In court on that day.

I wish you happiness and peace of mind
Wherever you are rested
And the perpetual light of the Lord
Shine upon thee.

Let all who feel this pain with me
Pray for these little angels
That their embittered hearts
Find solace in the presence
Of the most high.

To you infants
Who miss life this day,
I bid thee well.