Sudan

My tears flow for you

My innermost

My Africa

Sudan

My heart bleeds for you

My scarlet cry

My dream

Sudan

My earth ripped open

Torn like the womb

Of paradise taken

In rape

My hope and my beauty

Savaged

And betrayed

Loved with a love that is

My pain

Let me scream out your beauty

That is the last weapon

In my hand

When you have fallen, my love

I shall no longer be

Today they say the two world's shores can no longer embrace

Today the curse has been spread to the last haven of peace

Today, my jewel, you fall apart

Today you break as does my heart

Shall wrong be made right

And murder be justified

In my name?

Let others speak of their shame

I shall speak of my shame

In days ancient as my wounds

Two suns gave light to my heaven

Two fires brought forth time

Two moons

 Set the lovers' hearts

Aflame

Two banners raised like

Civilisation itself

Named Africa

Arabia

And named glory

And radiance

Light and

Life-giving ray

O age of darkness

Unyielding as stone

O age of drought

Age of bleaching skulls

Devoured

By demons

Men shrunk to carcasses

Human souls shrunk

To raw meat

"Why?"

Asks the child

That was taken from me

And the child that I once was

Resurrected in the eyes

Of this child

La wa la!

My soul, the Sudan

The dark land

The land of the rising sun

Sings out, like a song

When she suffers in silence,

An Africa young and dreamlorn

Like the schoolgirl I remember

Greeting me with her smile

Under the mango tree that was me

My friend in happiness and sorrow

A girl or a continent

Known, still a land

Yet unknown

Bring back only one day of our happiest time!

One song my land sang

From its inner dark heart

And it rose deep into the skies

For minutes, in its joys and soft chords

Of sluggish bitter-sweet lament

My two hearts, my both worlds

Became one

And I was me

I

I said, brother

And I knew

What I meant

I

That was me

As I am

Sweet mighty land

Unparted

Sacred

And whole

Fall not apart

For the soul you inhabit

When you fall,

It shall cease

La wa la!

I shall resist the gun and the warplane that make

My sons your sons' murderers

Your sons enemies of my sons

La wa la!

I shall resist the onslaught in all tongues of the Nile

In all tongues of the Nile I shall chant your freedom

And throw myself against the walls

Of oppression and man's enslavement

By man

In every colour

And pretext

It takes

O, my heart, if love breaks you,

Let it be!

My black Laila

Of Southern eyes

If there is a morrow

To its dawn

Let us flee!