Years ago, when thou wouldst have plotted against Cetywayo, son of Panda, I warned thee, and thou didst listen.

But now, when I was not by thee to stay thy hand, thou hast dug a pit for thine own feet to fall in.

Is it not so?
But what is done is done.

Who can make the dead tree green, or gaze again upon last year's light?
Who can recall the spoken word, or bring back the spirit of the fallen?
That which Time swallows comes not up again.

Let it be forgotten! 'And now, behold, Umslopogaas, I know thee for a great warrior and a brave man, faithful to the death.