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Mara-Mirre, oh, so bittersweet, through misery, but also prosperity. The Boer people were raised from the cradle to the grave, to survive. Mara-Mirre, oh, so bitter sweet, from heroic deeds written in Boer blood. Our God preserved and also protected this people from past to present.

Mara-Mirre, oh, so bittersweet, out of sorrow and joy, out of the dark darkness now shines the new morning glow. Oh, Mara-Mirre in drought and also in flood. In fire and flame, in fires against our horizons in blood-red glow, there does come again, time and again, only prosperity for the Boer people.

Oh, Mara-Mirre, first bitter, then sweet again. Look how Raka steals all our farms and our goods. But God assures us, oh, My people, just take heart. Now respectfully raise your hat before Me. Look, it is the Holy, Set-apart Spirit, who greets only you in this end time.

Oh, Mara-Mirre, once so bitter with gall, then honey-sweet. Look, I break your enemy, I break their very last courage. Therefore, there is nothing or no one who can protect or preserve Africa-Kush. The entire continent lies burned black like soot.

Mara-Mirre, oh, so bittersweet. All around the world a long funeral procession will soon stretch. This, while the end of the era is rushing to its end. But Mara-Mirre, oh you so bitter sweet, through misery but also prosperity, you are, oh Boer people, reared for survival, for the new era.