In the heart of the rolling plains,
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Lies the rhythm of ancient refrains,
In songs that never die.

Blankets woven with tales untold,
Adorn the people with pride,
Stories of warmth they enfold,
In every step they guide.

The dance of unity, a circle unbroken,
Feet drumming the earth below,
Words of wisdom softly spoken,
In the language of rivers that flow.

Cattle graze under the sun’s gentle gaze,
Guardians of wealth and lore,
In Sesotho’s embrace, life finds its ways,
A culture rich, forevermore.