Who is the happier man

Is he the wandering labourer

Or the man who stays in his cottage

Delving or nursing mother earth?

Sure mother Earth promises the honest man,

Who will faithfully serve her.

Plenty of yield as daily bread

And make him the happier man.

‘For his livestock, plenty to eat.

In pod I have reserved

Hay, fodder, maize I hold

For the honest man who serves me.

The labourer digs deep

With the aim of stealing my precious ores

Gold, diamond, bauxite, iron, silver—

Making my belly to ache.

For his reward I promise

Labour, toil, vain-sweat and want

Until my precious ones are left unmolested

And he learns to come back to the land.

Come, all ye honest people

To learn to serve me

And I will give you plenty

To make you happy men.

Remember your ancestors of yore

Gold and Silver they knew none

But served me diligently with cherished heart

And their happiness knew no bounds.’

So come on, all hands back to the land

To make the hoe our friend

Let us nurse and serve mother earth,

Make our dear land self sufficient.