One's mother's breast is the sweetest
Canine it may be,
And thou,Swahili,my mother- tonque,
art still the dearest to me.
My song springs forth from a welling
heart, I offer thee my plea
That who have not known thee,
may join in hormage to thee.
One's mother's breast is the sweetest,
no other so satisfies.
The speech of my childhood ,now I am
fully grown
I realize thy beauty and have made it
all on my own
And though refreshest my spirit like the
scent of the roses blown
Through desert and o'er ocean may I
thy praises known.
One's mother's breast is the sweetest,
no other so satisfies.
