Rising from the high mountains, oh great Nile!
You wind through the heart of Africa.
Like a jewel among stones,
You shine all alone,
In the vast barren land,
Without a helping hand.
Releasing people from relentless strife,
Endowing all and sundry with new life.
And finally unloading your burden in the sea,
You head back to the mountains, you’re never free
And the day you shall cease to flow, oh great Nile,
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