Our Native Land

When this plague passes over And we emerge from our arks Let not the euphoria of seeing The rainbow in the horizon again Becloud our vision or deafen our ears To the sound of heavy chariots from The end of the spectral From whence travel a people In the direction of the sun rise With boundless treasure In search of new lands to sow Crop and human seeds Let us not stray far away For these wanderers seek titles They will come first as farmers To buy our crops Yet will not allow us a square metre On their own soil Their prisoners will dare to do What our envoys dread to do in their land They will pay bride prices To become one with us Nomads will seek to become chieftains And will drink with primogeniture Till they enter chambers of princesses In the name of wedlock And become lords of vast fertile lands Which natives boast not of We crave for civilization but God forbids us allowing princes sell lands Where dwell the bones of our ancestors We shall welcome strangers but Will not share our beloved land With vile visitors Lest when midnight comes, There shall be no shelter