In the heart of the savanna, where the lion’s roar is law,
The Zulu people dance, to the beat of the drums they draw.
Underneath the ancient sun, their spirits brightly shine,
In rhythms and in rituals, their lives do intertwine.
Through valleys and over hills, they tread the sacred land,
With wisdom passed through ages, by ancestors’ guiding hand.
The laughter of the children, the elders’ gentle sigh,
Paints a vivid tapestry, beneath the open sky.
The warriors stand with honor, their hearts both brave and true,
Protecting all they cherish, with strength thatâs born anew.
The women weave their stories, in patterns rich and bold,
Each thread a piece of history, each stitch a tale retold.
The stars at night bear witness, to their songs of love and lore,
Echoes of a heritage, that time cannot ignore.
In every dawnâs awakening, in every twilightâs gleam,
The Zulu life continues, a never-ending dream.