Poem
Albert Nyathi
WHERE IS KING MZILIKAZI?
Praise be to you of Zulu ancestryWhose name is Mzilikazi of Matshaobana
We salute you!
All you Nguni kings,
Zwelithini
Muswati
Khayisa and Buthelezi
We ask you
Where is Mzilikazi son of Matshobana?
O where is he gone to Mzilikazi of Matshobana?
The wanderlust filled young Matshobana
Mzilkazi son of Matshobana
Born of Zimangele
Accompanied by those of long and short feet
To Bulawayo where he refused hindquarter meat
Pierced by Zulu spears.
The moon they say is in eclipse
Has but arisen
It rose a long time ago during the time of Mapeyana
This is the Zulu firebrand
The bull that fought and gored open the ram’s stomach
Because they opened and Ngome and left
The spoor of blood is not to be followed
Those who follow will do so in vain.
Tshaka retreated
Dingane retreated
Some went up the mountains
Those not from royalty sought refuge caves
Praise be to you of the Zulu
As tall as the father Matshobana.
Our short one whose apparel is not to be tempered with
He dares to trample on the mighty ones
The mighty ones are Tsaka son of Senzangankhona
The mighty ones are Zwide son of Langa
The night star with a long trail.
The sun that rises in the ear of the elephant
Came out and black birds told each other
The cattle prod turned on men to scourge them
The tall grass mahalihali
A day will come when it will get burnt
It will be burnt together with men’s regalia
A gecko that plays in between the rocks
Is scared of spoiling its fingernails
You who dug a hole with a spear
You who dug a hole with knobkerrie
Praise be to you.
The crab that moves sideways
In our father’s houses
We are now suffering
Eating meat from the braai log
Hail Mzilikazi
Bayete king of kings!
You royal Zulu.
© Translation: 2006, Thembelihle Gondo
IPHI INKOSI U MZILIKAZI
IPHI INKOSI U MZILIKAZI
BayetheWena weZulu
Ndabezitha
UMzilikazi kaMatshobana
Utshobatshoba lingangoyise uMatshobana
Ndabezitha
Bayethe
We makhosi abeNguni
Lin oZwelithini
Lin oMswati
Lin oKhayisa lina oButhelezi
Uphi uMzilikazi kaMatshobana
Utshobatshoba lingangoyise uMatshobana
UMzilikazi kaMatshobana
Umkhatshwa wakoZimangele
Okhatshwe ngezind izinyawo langezifitshazanyana
wal ukudl umlenze koBulawayo
Inkubela abayihlabe ngamanxeb uZulu
Inyang abathi ifile Zulu
Kanti ithwasile
Ithwase ngonyakana kaMpeyana
Ubando abalubande balutshiya Zulu
Inkomo ezavulinqama ngezimpondo
Ngoba zavul iNgome zahamba
Wena owathi usagodla weluleka
Mzilawegazi kawulandelwa
Owulandelayo uyazibambelela
Kwahlehla uTshaka
Kwahlehla uDingane
Abanye bakhwela izintaba
Kwathi abofokazana bangena ezimbalwini
Bayethe, wena weZulu.
Utshobatshoba lingangoyis uMatshobana
Ibhidi elimnyama ngomlomo
Elithethwa ngezinyembezi zamadoda
Umfitshane wakithi onjobo kazinyathelwa
Kanti ezabade ziyanyathelwa
Ezabade nguTshaka kaSenzangakhona
Ezabade nguZwide kaLanga
Inkwenkwez ende ilesilimela
Ilang elaphum endlebeni yendlovu
Laphum amakhwezi abikelana
Umzaca omnyama otshayizinkomo, watshaya amadoda
Utshani bude busemahalihali
Bothi nyakana butshayo
Buyotsha lemitsha yamadoda
Imbabal egxakaz ematsheni
Iyesab inzipho zay ukonakala
Wemba ngomkhonto
Wemba ngenduku
Bayethe
Inkal umahamba lugege
Ezindlini zika baba
Yithi laba esesidliswa imbuya ngoluthi
Ikanti layo inyama sesiyidlela eluthini
Bayethe Mzilikazi
Bayethe nkosi yamakhosi
Ndabezitha
Wena weZulu
© 2006, Albert Nyathi
This is a traditional poem for Mzilikazi who was a Ndebele king, rearranged by myself for the sake of
performance. Recorded and published through the album, My Daughter, 2005, UK.
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WHERE IS KING MZILIKAZI?
Praise be to you of Zulu ancestryWhose name is Mzilikazi of Matshaobana
We salute you!
All you Nguni kings,
Zwelithini
Muswati
Khayisa and Buthelezi
We ask you
Where is Mzilikazi son of Matshobana?
O where is he gone to Mzilikazi of Matshobana?
The wanderlust filled young Matshobana
Mzilkazi son of Matshobana
Born of Zimangele
Accompanied by those of long and short feet
To Bulawayo where he refused hindquarter meat
Pierced by Zulu spears.
The moon they say is in eclipse
Has but arisen
It rose a long time ago during the time of Mapeyana
This is the Zulu firebrand
The bull that fought and gored open the ram’s stomach
Because they opened and Ngome and left
The spoor of blood is not to be followed
Those who follow will do so in vain.
Tshaka retreated
Dingane retreated
Some went up the mountains
Those not from royalty sought refuge caves
Praise be to you of the Zulu
As tall as the father Matshobana.
Our short one whose apparel is not to be tempered with
He dares to trample on the mighty ones
The mighty ones are Tsaka son of Senzangankhona
The mighty ones are Zwide son of Langa
The night star with a long trail.
The sun that rises in the ear of the elephant
Came out and black birds told each other
The cattle prod turned on men to scourge them
The tall grass mahalihali
A day will come when it will get burnt
It will be burnt together with men’s regalia
A gecko that plays in between the rocks
Is scared of spoiling its fingernails
You who dug a hole with a spear
You who dug a hole with knobkerrie
Praise be to you.
The crab that moves sideways
In our father’s houses
We are now suffering
Eating meat from the braai log
Hail Mzilikazi
Bayete king of kings!
You royal Zulu.
© 2006, Thembelihle Gondo
This is a traditional poem for Mzilikazi who was a Ndebele king, rearranged by myself for the sake of
performance. Recorded and published through the album, My Daughter, 2005, UK.
WHERE IS KING MZILIKAZI?
Praise be to you of Zulu ancestryWhose name is Mzilikazi of Matshaobana
We salute you!
All you Nguni kings,
Zwelithini
Muswati
Khayisa and Buthelezi
We ask you
Where is Mzilikazi son of Matshobana?
O where is he gone to Mzilikazi of Matshobana?
The wanderlust filled young Matshobana
Mzilkazi son of Matshobana
Born of Zimangele
Accompanied by those of long and short feet
To Bulawayo where he refused hindquarter meat
Pierced by Zulu spears.
The moon they say is in eclipse
Has but arisen
It rose a long time ago during the time of Mapeyana
This is the Zulu firebrand
The bull that fought and gored open the ram’s stomach
Because they opened and Ngome and left
The spoor of blood is not to be followed
Those who follow will do so in vain.
Tshaka retreated
Dingane retreated
Some went up the mountains
Those not from royalty sought refuge caves
Praise be to you of the Zulu
As tall as the father Matshobana.
Our short one whose apparel is not to be tempered with
He dares to trample on the mighty ones
The mighty ones are Tsaka son of Senzangankhona
The mighty ones are Zwide son of Langa
The night star with a long trail.
The sun that rises in the ear of the elephant
Came out and black birds told each other
The cattle prod turned on men to scourge them
The tall grass mahalihali
A day will come when it will get burnt
It will be burnt together with men’s regalia
A gecko that plays in between the rocks
Is scared of spoiling its fingernails
You who dug a hole with a spear
You who dug a hole with knobkerrie
Praise be to you.
The crab that moves sideways
In our father’s houses
We are now suffering
Eating meat from the braai log
Hail Mzilikazi
Bayete king of kings!
You royal Zulu.
© 2006, Thembelihle Gondo
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