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.