The mother of all lands.
A land of hope and wonder.
Uniqueness and majesty dwell in your people.
A people born with greatness yet live to seek greatness.

United you are to the eyes of the world yet divided are your people.
Royal are your people yet you challenge them to serve the world.
You shield them with endurance and patience.

cruelty and havoc are their daily drinks, yet they secret happiness and wonder.
Oh Africa, the creator of my ancestor’s orchestra of my pain.
I pray for your strength against our oppressor, your most frail touch to my people.

Let history not repeat itself.
Forgive the ignorance of your people.
Come live their pain and feel their sorrow as the mourn their death.
My dream is one Africa, yet my reality is one Africa.

Pride is my strength; division is my weaknesses.
Oh, Land of majesty and horror.
May the blood of my ancestors ease your anger.
May their efforts to defend your thrown bring mercy on their children.
The sunrise is a reminder of your existence.
We live to witness your majesty as you return.