Freedom

Today we have a Zulu song, Uhuru, which gives its title to the post. I translated it to English on 29/4/21, mostly between 1:38 and 1:55, and the chorus and bracketed parts between 16:03 and 16:28 the next afternoon. As per the comment at lyricstranslate, I altered the lyrics a bit based on the video w.r.t. the version there. I also have a couple puzzling spots in this song, most importantly this one I asked on Quora about, which suggests a change is in order where I translated «Treat him like a handbag». We'll see when that happens. OK, 30/4/21 22:44 I think of «Help him carry his stuff», let's see if I can think of something that lets me keep the "bag" part. I guess I'll change the whole tercet «He trusts that somebody else will / Carry him around and / Treat him like a handbag». Change effected 22:47. The line «You make others look at us in foreign places» apparently started out ending with «in foreign lānds -> countries» at 16:20 on 29/4/21, and was changed to «In other places». The hybrid version below appeared on LT in the 29/04/2021 - 16:27 revision (I guess this is an approximation problem? I mean, the hybrid must come after the two versions, so I guess my 16:28 was a 16:27 and over 30s which was followed by another time like that which LT approximates to 16:27 instead?). Obviously, the previous revisions (16:13 and 16:14) had no translations for that line (nor for the one two above), while the following two (21:53 and the current 22:47) had the hybrid still. Let's see it!

Oh bhek' umunt' omnyam' Ukhangeza izandl' Indlela ay'nak' khanya Z'nkinga zakhe azipheli Ubhek' umsebenzi Mathub' akaveli Incindezelelo Incindezelelo * Kuyabanini sihlupheka Zingane zethu ziyaswela Not yet Uhuru, Not yet Uhuru * Oh bhek' umunt'omnyam' Ukhangeza izandl' Indlela ay'nak' khanya Yen' uthembelek' omuny' Ukuba akuphathe Amphathise okwes'khwama Incindezelelo (N'yabukisa ngathi kwamany' amazwe) Incindezelelo (Sazikhohlwa ukuba singobani thina) * *

Oh, look now at that black man, Holding out his two hands On a road with no light. He is always full of problems Work's all that's on his mind But no chance he's finding. Oppressive oppression Oppressive oppression *Till when is it that we must suffer? Our children always needing something… Not yet Uhuru, We are not free yet. * Oh, look now at that black man, Holding out his two hands On a road with no light. He trusts someone else will carry Him around and stuff For him like a bag carry Oppressive oppression (You make others look at us in foreign places.) Oppressive oppression (We've entirely forgotten who we are…) * *