Why wonder? Oh great men from the east, For the irrefutable expedition Is full of joie de vivre,
Now see, the executioner does not Even know what to throw away And what to keep,
For her words are always Seasoned with stitches of Honey in my heart,
See how the eternal shadow Of thy beauty, put my angelic heart To rest every rainy season,
Oh, my faithful firstborn love, Sometimes wisdom has it all Other times beauty has it all But this time thou have it all,
Yes, hail the precious gift from Ethiopia, For the wisest King of Israel cannot Even comprehend the secret behind This gorgeous eternal beauty and wisdom,
The seasonal sweet-scented Shining moon that betrays my thoughts, Thou art the fruitful beauty of Africa, Indeed, Makeda is the yardstick of beauty.