| Mbali ya ma inchi yote | Far from the dominions of every land, |
| Mbali ya Paris au Roma | Beyond the compass of Paris or of Rome, |
| Kuna watu masikini | Dwell those whom want has weathered thin— |
| Hawa liye hawa ombe | Not beggars, not asking hands, but silent cattle in the shade, |
| Wana itika tu vile | They answer softly, as reeds obey the wind, |
| Wale watu wana imba | That folk—listen, they are singing like night birds before dawn, |
| Ata kama wana lala njala | Even when hunger binds their eyes in sleep’s hollow embrace, |
| Njo vile… kila siku | Come so—each day, as dew unsheathes the grass, |
| Waca ile maneno ya bule | Leave those words that scatter like empty husks on the wind, |
| Usiji liliye hali yako | Let not your heart mourn its own estate, |
| We haujuwe umasikini | You have never wandered in the country of famine, |
| Hangaliya wale watu | Gaze, woman, upon those others— |
| Hawa liye hawa ombe | Not beggars, not asking hands, but silent cattle in the shade, |
| Wale watu wana imba | That folk—listen, they are singing like night birds before dawn, |
| Ata kama wana lala njala | Even when hunger binds their eyes in sleep’s hollow embrace, |
| Waca kabisa | Abandon completely—let your hands fall open, |
| Kuwaza kama weye | To dwell in thought as you do— |
| Haupashwe kujuwa | You need not understand, to measure, |
| Mayisha yao | The hush and salt of their lives, |
| Juwa na siye | Sun knows us as kin, |
| Siye mbali yao | We are not foreign to them, |
| Tuna weza kuwasayidiya | We may become the outstretched hand— |
| Kila siku | Each day anew |