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The Land of Kush : By Kamal El Nur Dawud
From your sky, Oh Sudan, comes the name of generations
Land of Kush, in which two rivers run.
In the name of God, creator of the people of Sudan
History will go on, and the future will be made.
False identity and nationality were imposed on us.
The cause of humanity does not accept scepticism or denial
Sudan is known to be the land of blacks.
Those who lack ambition don't deserve to have land.
Why is land changed from African origin to Arab one?
From the boundaries of Kush arise two lions.
Our grandfathers, Baankhi and Tihraga, then came their descendants.
History is said to have started from that time onwards
We have a say in our land, using both our hands and our tongue.
Those who retreat deserve to be branded as cowards.
Our rights are just, and those of our enemy are not.
From your sky, Oh Sudan, comes the name of generations.
I still remember you, Karmal, the land of brides.
Nabta and Dongola El Ajuz reflect two faces
That's Saoba, a weapon with two blades
And that's Maggarat represented by two lions
From your sky, Oh Sudan, comes the name of generations
From now onwards, Baggat treaty will be broken
There will be no injustice, no slavery in the arena
On you who live in caves, paying no attention
The day has come to teach the enemy a lesson
