Ukutshona kukamendi

Ewe, le nto kakade yinto yaloo nto-
Thina, nto zaziyo, asothukanga nto!
Sibona kamhlophe, sithi bekumelwe;
Sitheth'engqondweni, sithi kufanelwe.

Xa bekungenjalo bekungayi kulinga,
Ngoko ke, SoTase! Kwaqal'ukulunga!
Le nqanaw'uMendi namhla yendisile,
Nal'igazi lethu lisikhonzisile!
Asinithumanga ngazo izicengo;

Asinithenganga ngayo imibengo.
Bekungenganzuzo zimakhwezi-khwezi;
Bekungengandyebo zingangeenkwenkwezi-
Sikwatsho nakuni, bafel'eAfrika,
KwelaseJamani yaseMpuma-langa-bekungembek'eninayo kuKumkani,
bekungentobeko yenu kwiBritani.

Mhla nashiy'ikhaya sithethille nani,
Mhla nashiy'intsapho salathile kuni,
Mhla sabamb'izandla, mhla kwamanz'amehlo;
Mhla balil'onyoko, bangqukrelek'oyihlo;
Mhla nashiy'ikhaya sithethile nani,
Mhla nashiy'intsapho salathile kuni,
Mhla sabamb'izandla, mhla kwamanz'amehlo;

Mhla balil'onyoko, bangqukrelek'oyihlo;
Mhla nazishiy'ezi ntaba zakowenu,
Nayininikel'imiva imilamb'ezwe lenu,
Asitshongo na kuni, midak'akowethu,
Ukuthi, "Kwelo zwe nilidini lethu!?

Ngesibinge ngantoni na ka kade?
Idini lomzi liyintoni na kade?
Asingamathol'amaduna omzi na?
Asizizithandwa zesizwe kade na?
Ngoku kuthetha ke siyendelisela,
Sibhekis'ezantsi, sihlahla indlela.
AsinguHabheli n'elomhlaba idini?
AsinguMesiya n' elaseZulwini?
Thuthuzelekani ngoko, zinkedama;
Kuf'pmnye kakade, mini kwakhiw'omnye;
Kukhonza mnye kade, zekuphil'omnye.

Ngokwenjenje kwethu sithi, yakhekani;
Lithabatheni eli qhalo labadala:
Kuba bathi, "Akuhlanga lungehlanga!"
Awu! Zaf'iint'ezinkulu zeAfrika!

Isindiwe le nqanawa 'de yazika,
Kwaf'amakhalipha, amafa-nankosi.
Ukufa kwawo kunomvuzo nomvuka.
Ndinga ndingema nawo ngoMhla woKuvuka,
Ndingqambe njengomnye osebenzileyo,
Ndikhanye njengoMso oqaqambileyo.

Makube njalo.

Where live ye, my bonnie lass?
An' tell me what they ca' ye;
My name, she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.
My name she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.

See you not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae brawlie!
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.

Ye shall gang in gay attire,
Weel buskit up sae gaudy;
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.

Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,
And the earth conceals sae lowly;
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier Laddie.
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier Laddie.

I can win my five pennies a day,
And spen't at night fu' brawlie;
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie.
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie.

Luve for luve is the bargain for me,
Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me;
And the world before me to win my bread,
And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.
And the world before me to win my bread,
And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.