E a phela gabobe, it stirs only a littlne,

The moya wa bophelo is blowing sideways.
E sa tšweletšeng in its own laziness law,
Ga e sa tšwela pele, it walks with trembling feet.

E hlokile khutšo for a very long time,
E sa akofa ka bošilo, searching for a lost way.
Bjale, e a thitibala by closing its eyes,

The pelo finds a fake peace and a burning fire.
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