Carry him, carry him, onana 

Carry the spirit of unkosibomvu 

Wema man 

Carry the breath of the nation 

Find it into the summer's winds 

Wema man 

Remember him to his enemies 

Recall to them fair burning land 

Wema man 



The swallows are dreaming of an old black bull 

With mist in his eyes and moss on his horns 

When he unsheathes his anger the world is in flames 

Red clouds cover a blood-red moon dripping sorrow from the sky 

Wen'kosibomvu 

Wen'kosibomvu 



Awu sithi bo-hum, etc. 



Carry him carry him, onana 

Carry the spirit of unkosibomvu 

Wema man 

Carry the spirit of the nation 

Find it into the summer's winds 

Wema man 

Remember him to his enemies 

Recall to them fair burning land 

Wema man 



The swallows have heard the bellows of the bull song 

Rinsing and ringing through the valleys and the hills 

It will take many spears to make him kneel 

And just a few more to bring him to rest 

Wen'kosibomvu 



Awu sithi bo-hum, etc.