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.