Nouba
Oh Nubia, my home
The place where I was born
All our life we think of Nubia, our home
Where is our Nile gone?
Where is our good climate gone?
Where is that big river?
Where are the waterwheels?
All our life we remember
Where are our roads gone?
Where is the yellow sand gone?
Where are the sailors and their sails gone?
You, Amna, and you, nice Sarifa
Hurry up to harvest our country
So that it may stay green
We will always remember
We will never forget
Oh Nubia, my home
Where I was born