[JUDGE, spoken]
Absalom Kumalo, you are sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul. 

[LEADER]
Cry, the beloved country!
Cry, the beloved land!
The wasted childhood

[ENSEMBLE]
The wasted childhood

[LEADER]
The wasted youth

[ENSEMBLE]
The wasted youth

[LEADER]
The wasted man!

[ENSEMBLE]
The wasted man!

[LEADER]
Cry, the broken tribes
And the broken hills
And the right and wrong forsaken
The greed that destroys us
The birds that cry no more!
[ENSEMBLE]
Cry, thе beloved country!
Cry, the lost tribе
The lost son
The lost!

[STEPHEN, spoken]
...To live together after God's holy ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony? Will thou obey him and serve him, love, honor and keep him, and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?

[IRINA, spoken]
I will. 

[WOMAN]
Cry, the unborn child
The inheritor of our fear
Let him not laugh too gladly in the water of the clove
Nor stand too silent when the setting sun
Makes the veld red with fire

[STEPHEN, spoken]
And now you are man and wife, my son and my daughter. Irina will come with me to Ndotshéni. 

[ABSALOM, spoken]
I am glad, my father. 

[STEPHEN, spoken]
We shall care for your child as if it were our own. 
[ABSALOM, spoken]
I thank you, my father. 

[STEPHEN, spoken]
Will you wish to say goodbye to Irina?

[ABSALOM, spoken]
There is no way to say goodbye. My father, I must go to Pretoria. 

[STEPHEN, spoken]
There will be an appeal. 

[ABSALOM, spoken]
But it will not help. I am afraid. I am afraid of the hanging. 

[STEPHEN, spoken]
Be of courage, my son. 

[ABSALOM, spoken]
It's no help to be of courage! O Tixo, Tixo, I am afraid of the rope and the hanging! Where I go, there will be no wife or child or father or mother. There is no food taken or given. And no marriage where I go. O Tixo, Tixo!

[ENSEMBLE]
Cry, the unborn son
Fatherless
Let him not be moved by the song of the bird
Nor give his heart to a mountain
Nor to a valley
Cry, the beloved country!
[LEADER]
Cry, the beloved country!

[ENSEMBLE]
Cry, the beloved land!

[LEADER]
Cry, the beloved land!

[ENSEMBLE]
Cry, the lost son
The lost tribe
The lost

[WOMEN]
The great red hills stand desolate

[LEADER]
Cry, the beloved country!

[WOMEN]
And the earth has torn away like flesh

[LEADER]
Cry, the beloved land!

[MEN]
These are the valleys
Of old men and old women
Of mothers and children

[WOMAN]
Cry, the beloved land