The sun has fallen ( A tribute to fallen Tanzanian hero, John Pombe Magufuli).

The birds will not sing, for the sun has fallen

And darkness blankets the village like a mist.

Widows mourn and gnash their teeth,

Little children wail and hurt the earth with their feet.

Despair fills the sky,

The singer's throat has gone soar.

The banks of the Nile flood with tears

For the sun has fallen 

And darkness blankets the village like an eclipse.

The king can no longer hold tight to his spear,

Death pricks his heart with fear.

There is mourning here and there,

For the sun has fallen and silenced the lion's roar.

Africa weeps for her sun,

Tanganyika is dumbfounded.

Pombe has gone to rest with his elders,

The brave fathers of the land.

His soul hovers above the tree of the black panther.

Kilimanjaro's foundation tremble with earthquake tremors.

They weep for a future lost.

Africa weeps bitterly for the untimely departure of its hero.

Like the sun, he rose every morning

and shone upon the land.

His golden rays healed and comforted the land.

His smile wiped the orphan's tears,

His hands gave food to the hungry stomachs.

Now he is gone, Africa yawns.

He has fallen,

And silenced the lion's roar.

The Alkebulan sun is growing darker with grief,

Africa is getting darker and darker.

Pain stings the heart of friends and relatives,

The whole village is silent,

For John Pombe Magufuli has fallen

And fear blankets the village like a mist.