And the dart of Rabane
Is buried in the earth!”
Here is another in which a warrior having fought his country’s battles thinks it not unbecoming to be his own trumpeter:
“I am Cucutle!
The warriors have passed singing,
The hymn of the battle has passed by me;
It has passed, despising my childhood,
And has stopped before the door of Bonkauku.
I am the black warrior.
My mother is Boseleso!