For the sake of our pride
And that of our ancestors
Who jumped from ships into the sea of sorrow
Because they knew death was better than bondage
The pride of our ancestors
Who suffered in the hands of foreigners
Cling, Clang the shackles cried
For freedom from their bloody ankles
They tried to break the shackles
That were already anchored to the soils of our land
Pulling us down to the roots of the mango tree
Guiding us back home
And now we dance
To the rhythm of the palm trees
In the song of the wind
Whistling sweet words in our ears
Reminding us of the beauty of Africa, my Africa
The home of my grandfather
Who carved the path for us, for me
The path to glory
However far we may go
New ways we adapt
We will always come back for our mother’s caress
And love
And now we stand
With strength and pride
In the beauty of our land, my land
Our praise name engraved in stone
This is our happiness, my happiness
And for years to come, it will still be our pride
This is our motherland
My motherland
-Hawa