In the shadow of the Maloti mountains,
Where the land whispers ancient tales,
The Sesotho spirit flows like rivers,
Through valleys where harmony prevails.

Voices rise in rhythmic cadence,
Drumming heartbeats bind the clan,
Traditions woven into the fabric,
Of a culture that forever stands.

The dance of life in steps so graceful,
Celebrates the seasons’ change,
With each song, a story treasured,
In Sesotho, memories are arranged.

Passed from elders to the young,
Wisdom flows like morning dew,
In the heart of Lesotho’s cradle,
The Sesotho culture, ever true.