SIRICI MIRIM

Meu beija-flor, o sol raiou,

Ouvi os pássaros cantar,

E me entregou o seu amor—

Ripi, ripi, ripi, iaiá

Meu beija-flor, o sol nasceu

E me entregou, sou eu, sou eu

As sete flores de Arrochim

Cantando a Sirici-Mirim

Das sete cores, sete flores

Que vós fizestes pra brilhar,

Para ser um vosso filho,

Uno com meu Pai Oxalá

My hummingbird, the sun has risen,

I heard the birds sing,

And you gave me your love—

Ripi, ripi, ripi, iaia

My hummingbird, the sun was born,

I surrender, it’s me, it’s me

The seven flowers of Arrochim

Singing to Sirici-Mirim

The seven colors, seven flowers

That you made to shine—

To be your son,

One with my Father Oxalá