In the rhythm of the drum, the Sesotho heart beats strong,
Echoes of ancestors in every song,
Mountains cradle stories of old,
In the whispers of the wind, their tales unfold.

Clad in blankets, colors bold and true,
Patterns tell a story, ancient and new,
Wisdom passed in every stitch and hue,
A legacy rich and ever so blue.

The fields of Lesotho, kissed by the sun,
Harvests of life, where stories begun,
In every grain, a tale of lore,
Of love, of struggle, and so much more.

Unity in dance, in step and song,
A people’s spirit, forever strong,
Sesotho culture, a beacon bright,
Guiding through the darkest night.