In the land where the sun gently kisses the earth,
The rhythm of life dances to ancient drums,
Zulu voices rise with tales of birth,
In harmony with nature, their spirit hums.

Under the vast and starry African skies,
Warriors stand proud, their shadows long,
Traditions woven in their wise eyes,
A community bound by a song so strong.

Fields of gold where ancestors walked,
Their whispers carried by the warm breeze,
Stories of valor and wisdom talked,
In every leaf, in every tree, a piece of peace.

In unity they gather, through joy and strife,
The Zulu spirit, resilient and free,
A tapestry woven with the threads of life,
An eternal bond with the land, with the sea.