Night is over,
Now is morning,
It’s time for going?
To fetch some water,
In the river of Mphogodiba.
The trees in the west,
Can be in some detail now,
While those in the east,
Remain furry-edged dark.
Old man, he saw me when I fetched water,
He told me,
You’re a good boy,
And I would like you to be my son,
You are unique, little boy,
No one is like you,
Allow me to tell that,
You are a clever boy.