We trample, scratch, dig, quarry, chop and burn,
Aid and abet the nature’s arch-giants
Who gore, maul, mangle and steal our true wealth
Slowly and steadily with strength and skill,
Leaving behind rills, grooves, gullies, dongas.
Can we, I pray, afford to sit and watch
The undulating and attractive face
Of our benevolent Mother Transkei
That we all cultivate, our cattle graze,
The land of hope and joy, that is heading
For a future, prolific and shining,
Being attacked and assaulted in this way,
Inflicting endless injuries? Nay, nay!
Friends and countrymen, awake O awake!
Let’s protect our lands for our children’s sake!
