When Nimba gets politically divided,
When Nimba finally becomes segmented,
When Nimba gets sliced for political reasons,
She will cease to be the once-herculean land.
She will cease to be the land of yesteryears,
She will cease to be the land that knew no fear.
She will cease to be the land with a louder voice,
She will cease to be the land that once shone,
She will cease to be the land of brave heroes,
She will cease to stand so heroically tall.
When Nimba gets politically divided,
The enemies will cheer when she is divided,
The enemies will smile when she is sliced,
The enemies will beat their drums in wild celebration.
May Nimba never be politically dismantled,
May Nimba never fall from grace to grass,
May Nimba continue to uphold her cultural identity,
May the Judases of the land disgracefully fall!
