Uit die blou van onse hemel, uit die diepte van ons see, Oor ons ewige gebergtes waar die kranse antwoord gee, Deur ons ver-verlate vlaktes met die kreun van ossewa - Ruis die stem van ons geliefde, van ons land Suid-Afrika. Ons sal antwoord op jou roepstem, ons sal offer wat jy vra: Ons sal lewe, ons sal sterwe - ons vir jou, Suid-Afrika!
Ringing out from our blue heavens, from our deep seas breaking round; Over everlasting mountains where the echoing crags resound; From our plains where creaking waggons cut their trails into the earth Calls the spirit of our Country, of the land that gave us birth. At thy call we shall not falter, firm and steadfast we shall stand, At thy will to live or perish, O South Africa, dear land!
Ringing out from our blue heavens, From our deep seas breaking round, Over everlasting mountains Where the echoing crags resound From our plains where creaking wagons Cut their trails into the earth Calls the spirit of our country Of the land that gave us birth At thy call we shall not falter Firm and steadfast we shall stand At thy will to live or perish O South Africa dear land
