Ohh mourn and sob for my mother's land is grieved.

Ahh cry for the peace of grave yard have become the portion of my mother's land.

Let's groan and bewail cause

 the wicked have taken away our ancestral homes.

Let's mourn our departed innocent souls for the pain and agony have taken away our land. 

My mother's land

A land rich and blessed with natural resources

Let there be no buying and selling, let's all mourn our departed soul because the wicked have taken away our appetite.

Let's all put on worn out clothes and berieved. 

My mother's land. 

A land which was know for it's fertile land and diversity. 

Where are our future mothers? 

Dressing in decently and they think they  are beautiful

Let's dress with pride and honor our names

Reflecting our root from fashion flames.

For our beauty lies within

Ohhh my mother land, so dear, where warmth and hospitality appears 

My mother's land