In the heart of Africa’s embrace,
Where hills whisper ancient lore,
The Zulu life finds its pace,
In rhythms that forever soar.

Beneath the vast, sunlit skies,
The warriors sing of olden days,
In vibrant hues the land replies,
To the drumbeat’s endless praise.

Through fields of golden grains,
The laughter of children flies,
In every heart a story remains,
As the river of time gently sighs.

Unity in each step they take,
In the dance of life they find,
A harmony that none can break,
In the Zulu soul intertwined.