Hymne national du Sénégal

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]