From the stream came the song of the maidens

from the outposts and empty villages

of the land of the Sotho and Hlubi.

Come out, Amos, and explain it to us.

The sun of far-flung Africa rises,

rises to find you bereft of ornament.

The witches’ huts should be clustered

and move in a group to Baboon Sack Land.

Take a look, Africa, dawn's breaking today.

The apostles also proclaim the dawn.

Their country makes them froth at the mouth.

Oh, no! they ground me as fine as flour.

These are not Nongqawuse's times,

who brought Xhosa mountains crashing down.

Find support in the Scriptures.

Ethiopia should get involved.

God offers no hope at all

that he'll ever, ever speak to us.

He'll be heard through the mouths of the prophets.

Mercy, Wild Beast with scaly feet!

Elephant they stab while entreating it.

Armed with lightning, work magic.

When we offer advice knowing little

they say He'll descend knowing all.

So take a look, Africa, dawn's breaking

even though you scorn the messengers.

God offers no hope at all

that He'll ever, ever speak to you.

I've been talking all day giving witness.

There's Amos, now all could be right.

“Take a look, dawn's breaking.”

You inspired some things that I said.

Go back to the books of the people of old,

and stop being stripped by the whites every day.

Jehovah roared and will prophesy:

they must stop besmirching your dignity.

Though we are nothing, just things to toy with,

dawn's breaking now, so stay on your watch.

Don't listen to no-account nations,

raise the dust till your ladies grow lean.

God offers no hope at all

that He'll ever, ever speak to you.

He'll be heard through the mouths of the prophets.

Every language has its prophets.

Take a look, Africa, dawn's breaking today.

The apostles also proclaim the dawn.

These are not Nongqawuse's times,

who brought Xhosa mountains crashing down.

Peace indeed!