I ebb, I flow, I flash, I fall;
Coursing over the house of the Devil;
Plummeting from high overhead.
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Mosi Oa Tunya
I ebb, I flow, I flash, I fall;
Coursing over the house of the Devil;
Plummeting from high overhead.
A great downpour, a torrent, a descent;
And oh… the cataract is dead?
The colours of man precede me;
Stare, please, if you wish.
Glistening like diamond, yes I;
Am I, what a heavenly gift!
Now, rising to face you;
Yes you, oh meagre man.
Time immemorial, I stand fast and amaze you;
Spanning infinitely, east to west.
My presence overwhelming, the power, the sight;
Lifting to the cosmos, to God. Am I?
God of the Plateau, of the Zambezi;
Exploding from the depths, the depths. I create.
Wonder, the very air you breathe;
Question. Touch me, could you?
Can you? Can't you? Oh feeble man;
How doth thou touch?
The Smoke that Thunders