I am the first Earth Mother of all fertility I am the Source I am the Nile I am the African I am the beginning O Arabia, how could you so conveniently have forgotten

While your breath still hungs upon the threads of my springs O Egypt, you prodigal daughter born from my first love I am your Queen of the endless fresh waters Who rested my head upon the arms of Narmer Ka Menes When we joined in one our Upper and Lower Lands to create you O Sudan, born out of the bossom of my being How could you so conveniently count down In miserable billions of petty cubic yards The eternal drops of my life giving Nile to you Beginning long before the earth fell from the eye ball of heaven, O Nile, that gush out from my breath of life Upon the throats of the billions of the Earth's thirsty multitudes, O World, how could you so conveniently have forgotten That I, your first fountain, I your ever Ethiopia I your first life still survive for you? I rise like the sun from the deepest core of the globe I am the conquoror of scortching pestilences I am the Ethiopia that "stretch her hands in supplication to God" I am the mother of the tallest traveler on the longest journey on Earth

My name is Africa I am the mother of the Nile. O Nile, my prodigal daughter on the wilderness of the desert Bringing God's harmony to all brothers and sisters And calming down their noises of brass in their endless nakednesses O Nile, you are music that restore the rhythm of existance Into the awkward stampeding of these Middle Eastern blindnesses You are the irrigator that cultivate peace From my Ethiopian sacred mountains of the sun Across to nod on the East of Aden and across Sinai Beyond Gibraltar into the heights of Mount Moriah O Nile, my chosen sacrifice for universal peace offering Upon whose gift the heritages of Meroe and Egypt Still survive for the benefit of our lone World.

You are the proud daughter O Nile, who taught The ancient world how to walk in upright grace You are my prodigal daughter who saved and breast fed Little lost Jacob whose brothers sold for food You, who nurtured, fed and raised The child prophet called Moses on your cradle, You, who stretched out your helping hand and protected The baby Christ from the slaughtering swords of their Herods, O Nile, my infinite prodigal daughter At whose feet mountains like Alexander bent Their unbendable heads to drink from your life giving milk, O Nile, at whose feet giants like Caesar Knelt Conquerors like Napolean bowed Their unbowable heads to partake from your imortal bounty. O Nile, you are the majestic blood line of my African glory That shower my blessings upon the starved of the world You are the eloquence that ring the Ethiopian bell across the deaf world

You are the gifted dancer of graceful rhythms That harmonize with your sisters Etbara and shabale With your brothers Awash and Juba To fertilize the scorched sands of Arabia O Nile, without your gift Mideterania shall be a rock of dead waters And Sahara shall be a basket of skeletons You are Africa's black soil that produce life You are the milk that quench the thirsty multitudes You are the messenger of my gospel, O Nile That bring my abundant harvest to the mouth of the needy You are the elegant pilgrim of my mercy. You are the first fountain you are the first ever Ethiopia You are the appeaser of the lustful greeds You are the first Earth Mother of all fertility Rising like the sun from the deepest core of the globe You are the conquoror of the scortching pestilence You are the source you the Africa you are the Ethiopia you are the Nile.