Cry beloved country,
Weep.
Cry beloved country,
Sigh. 

Cleanse the open plains
With gentle tears.
Wash the grime from the kranse
Water the sun-dried tomato fields
And bring them to life again.

Kiss our weary land
With life-giving
And restore breath
To our weary lungs.

Cry beloved country,
Rid your soul of terror.
Expel the reigning torment
And breathe.

Quiet night kisses you
And leaves an embrace
Of black stillness.

Rest, beloved country,
Sweet South Africa,
Strong fortress,
Now clean.