The cold from Mount Kenya has come

The wind blows, cutting through the forests of Nyandarua

But I am a woman from the Krinyaga Mountains

                 I don't feel the cold

                 I don't feel anything

       exept from the sound of the earth

                                    our country

                                    softly weeping

 

At home...

                 flour waits to be ground

                 vegetables wait to be peeled

                 wood waits to be chopped

                 and the children

                                 the many children

                                               also wait for us

 

But like my husband I continue

                 to fight for my country

                 to regain my humanity

 

Sleep my child sleep

                             sleep well while you wait for me

When the moon rises

                             I will return, I'll protect and defend you

                  Above the mountain

                  the full moon gazes down on us

                  in sympathy

The road is too long

Time is too short

                  But like my husband I continue

                  shoulder to shoulder

                  to liberate humanity