She’s fierce
With thorns
And horns
She smiles, she brags, she laughs
But sometimes exhausted.
Won’t listen to anyone
A bright flower
Yaqhakaza imbali!
ilanga livela
So beautiful like the sun shimmering on the morning dews
So beautiful when blooming …
Oh my Rose ! You’re red and white
Your colours attract so many eyes
Your scent makes men run a mile
To catch it from afar.