In the heart of Africa, where the sun rises high,
The Zulu people live, under the vast blue sky.
Their spirits unbroken, their hearts full of grace,
In the rhythm of life, they find their place.

With dances and songs, they honor the past,
Traditions and customs, forever they last.
The beat of the drums, the call of the land,
Echoes of Zulu life, forever they stand.

In fields of green, where the wildflowers bloom,
They weave their stories, dispelling the gloom.
Warriors of courage, with hearts of gold,
Tales of their ancestors, proudly retold.

The river flows gently, as whispers of lore,
Binding the Zulu to the earth evermore.
In unity and strength, they walk hand in hand,
Guardians of their heritage, protectors of their land.