In the heart of Africa’s embrace,
Where mountains touch the sky,
There lies a culture, rich and deep,
Sesotho, where the spirits lie.

The land of Lesotho, proud and free,
With tales of old that speak so true,
Of ancestors who walked these hills,
Their wisdom guiding all we do.

The beat of drums, the songs of praise,
Echo through valleys, far and wide,
Reminding us of where we come,
And where our futures must abide.

In woven tapestries and crafted art,
The essence of Sesotho lives,
A legacy that binds us all,
In unity, our culture thrives.