Intro: It’s Malatji Mamokodi the shield of Baroka
Ageee!Noko whee!!
Leetše la Malatji, dula phasa! [1]
From the holy peak of Sealeng Hill,
the rock of our eternal power.
Listen to the crown speak. saying be brave Makikele the little porcupine , all will gather around as you cent to the light
Badimo ba rona! Ke Baroka
Verse 1
Ke nna kgoši ya madi, thaba ya Sealeng, [1]
I stand on the mountain where the ancestors sang.
Phalaborwa belongs to the Malatji bloodline, [1]
Through the ash and the iron, our stars always shine.
Le tšwile le dikela, coding the throne,
You carved out this kingdom in sacred green stone.
I feel all your power. It flows in my veins,
You broke every shackle, and you washed away pains.
Makikele, Malatji, the guardians of old,
Your names are in copper. Your spirits are gold.
I lift up my hands to the African sky,
Because of your blessings, this crown will fly high.
Chorus
Ke a leboga Badimo, le mphile maatla,
You gave me the scepter, le tladitše diatla.
The rulers of Phalaborwa, scoring the crown, [1]