Agouyadji

The agouyadji is sounding

Able bodied men rise up

In today's world, honor is becoming rare

So let us examine our consciences

And seek to refine our race

Our language is not the least important factor

In our dignity

So let us learn it

And let us teach it

That will pay off

From here to the Fouta, Poular is spoken

From Somalia to Mali

From Benin to Guinea

From Cameroon to Gambia

From Egypt to Ethiopia, they speak Poular

If all these people came together

They'd know we have the same mother

Whatever the difference in our dialect

We have the same father

I called Coumba

And Coumba replied

I called Samba, Samba replied likewise

I used to believe

Those of us who speak Pulaar

Were inferior

But I realized I was wrong

Let us be united

From whichever part of the country we come,

We are all Senegalese

If you go to Casmance, they speak Diola

Go to Cap Vert, and you'll hear Lebou

In St. Louis, the dialect is Wolof

At Sine, it is Serer

If you address the Senegalese, the Mandinkas will reply

Or the Bassaris, or the Halpoulars,

The Kassounkes, the Manjacks or the Gnominkes

Sayang, Sayang, Ibrahima Malick

Malick Barou Sall, You are a good friend

Sayang Sissokho who comes from Mali

Ibrahima Kalilloulaye

Yangkou Ba, my friend from the Gambia

Malick Pathe Sow, father of Pathe Sow

My friend from Senegal

Baaba Baidy, Baaba Debbo from the Fouta

Wherever we come from,

We are all Senegalese

Ah it is late my dearest Mariama Dianke

It is very late Mariama Soda, Mama

Marie don't be cross with me

Dearest One

Be careful not to cross me

Peace is all I want

Don't ever take my love for granted

I would never give you my love and then withdraw it

If we break that trust our enemies will laugh at us

For me, all I want is peace

Let us be of one mother

Let us have one father

Let us work together

So that our country may prosper

Mama

Ah my son, Oumar Malle

My friend, my little babe

Oumar yoo, Oumar

Don't lose your temper with me

Oumar, Oumar Barou

Don't be angry with me