Mauritania vs Senegal

1 Land of the proud, the guides, the noble, Inviolable fortress of the Book, O Mauritania, springtime of concord, Pillar of tolerance, frontier of peace. Chorus: We shall guard your land and give our lives for you, And clothe your hills in the colour of hope, And at your call we shall answer: yes! 2 The full moons of your sky have never been veiled, And the sun upon your brow has never set. Glorious forebears raised you, from Ya‘rub To Africa, the sweetest wellspring. Chorus 3 We suckled the milk of generosity and pride, Virtues that bore good fruit And fertile pasture; and when the land turned barren, We rose higher, and it grew wider for us. Chorus 4 We gave your enemy bitter aloe and myrrh to drink, And he found no lodging and no resting place. We resist him wherever he prowls and passes, Reciting: "Truly, with hardship comes ease." Chorus 5 We followed the Messenger on a path that rose To the Lote Tree of glory above the sky; We claimed the Pleiades as a ladder for ourselves, And there we drew the boundary of our domain. Chorus 6 We took you as a covenant, we carried you as a promise, And we offer you happiness for a generation now rising. Final chorus: We shall guard your land and give our lives for you, And clothe your hills in the colour of hope, We shall guard your land and give our lives for you, And at your call we shall answer: yes!

Pluck all your koras, strike the balafons. The red lion has roared. The tamer of the bush With one leap has sprung forward, Dispelling the darkness. Sun over our terrors, sun over our hope. Arise, brothers, here is Africa assembled. [Chorus] Fibres of my green heart, Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers, O Senegalese, arise! Let us unite the sea and the springs, Let us unite the steppe and the forest! Hail, Africa, mother. Senegal, you the son of the lion's foam, Sprung from the night at the gallop of horses, Give us back, oh! give us back the honour of our ancestors, Splendid as ebony and strong as muscle, Upright, we declare: the sword bears no blemish. [Chorus] Senegal, we make your grand design our own: To gather the chicks under shelter from the kites To make of them, from east to west, from north to south, Standing, one single people, a people without seam But a people turned toward all the winds of the world. [Chorus] Senegal, like you, like all our heroes, We shall be hard without hatred and with both arms open. The sword, we shall place it in the peace of its sheath, For work shall be our weapon and the spoken word. The Bantu is a brother, and the Arab and the White. [Chorus] But should the enemy set fire to our borders We shall all stand up, weapons in hand: A people in its faith defying all misfortune, The young and the old, the men and the women. Death, yes! We say death but not dishonour. [Chorus]