| The agouyadji is sounding
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| Able bodied men rise up
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| In today’s world, honor is becoming rare
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| So let us examine our consciences
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| And seek to refine our race
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| Our language is not the least important factor
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| In our dignity
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| So let us learn it and let us teach it
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| That will pay off
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| From here to the Fouta, Poular is spoken
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| From Somalia to Mali
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| From Benin to Guinea
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| From Cameroon to Gambia
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| From Egypt to Ethiopia, they speak Poular
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| If all these people came together
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| They’d know we have the same mother
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| Whatever the difference in our dialect
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| We have the same father
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| I called Coumba and Coumba replied
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| I called Samba, Samba replied likewise
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| I used to believe those of us who speak Pulaar
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| Were inferior, but I realized I was wrong
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| Let us be united
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| From whichever part of the country we come
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| We are all Senegalese
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| If you go to Casmance, they speak Diola
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| Go to Cap Verde, and you’ll hear Lebou
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| In St Louis, the dialect is Wolof
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| At Sine, it is Serer
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| If you address the Senegalese, the Mandinkas will reply
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| Or the Bassaris, or the Halpoulars
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| The Kassounkes, the Manjacks or the Gnominkes
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| Sayang, Sayang, Ibrahima Malick
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| Malick Barou Sall, you are a good friend
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| Sayang Sissokho who comes from Mali
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| Ibrahima Kalilloulaye
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| Yangkou Ba, my friend from the Gambia
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| Malick Pathe Sow, father of Pathe Sow
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| My friend from Senegal
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| Baaba Baidy, Baaba Debbo from the Fouta
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| Wherever we come from
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| We are all Senegalese
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| Ah, it is late my dearest Mariama Dianke
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| It is very late Mariama Soda, Mama
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| Marie don’t be cross with me
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| Dearest one, be careful not to cross me
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| Peace is all I want
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| Don’t ever take my love for granted
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| I would never give you my love and then withdraw it
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| If we break that trust our enemies will laugh at us
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| For me all I want is peace
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| Let us be of one mother
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| Let us have one father
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| Let us work together
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| So that our country may prosper
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| Mama
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| Ah my son, Oumar Malle
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| My friend, my little babe
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| Oumar yoo, Oumar
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| Don’t lose your temper with me
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| Oumar, Oumar Barou
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| Don’t be angry with me |