Masi buyle ekhaya

Africa I have traveled your barren borders
Bearing your barren fruits, yet it is a burden on my pride and shoulders
What makes a man I ask?
Is it your dignity?
Your pride
Or is it your soul
Only you Most High can look into the mirror that asks
Who are you?
I gracefully answer
I am the woman I am the daughter
I am the soul of Africa, I’m all that you see and I’m all that you seek
Africana ngi ku hambile ngehla nge newka izinto angizibonayo
Zihlahlamelisa umzimba
Ingane xakho ziyahlukunyeza
Ingane zakho ziyahlukumezana
Ngi thanda ukuzi thandabuza kanti yini into edala umuntu
Ngabe ukuzuqenya,ngabe isidima,noma umphefumulo wakho
Nguwe kuphela Somandla owaziyo
Ngoba nangithi ngiya sondela kulesis buko sokuphila siyangi buza
Wena ubani?
Ngi vesane ngi momotheke ngi phendule mina ngiy ntombi
Mina ngiy ntokhazi nomdade ngi nguye lo engi nguye ngi nguye umphefumulo ka africana

Translation
Africa, I have travelled you up and down.
The things I see make my body shudder
Your children are abused
Your children abuse each other
I find myself asking what makes a man(as in humanity)
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Is it pride, dignity or a soul?
Lord, Only you know.
Cause, when I look at the mirror of life
It asks me who am I
I just smile and tell it  I am woman
I am woman. Sister. I am who I am.
I am the soul of Africana