sesuto praises. 445 



Of Tsele. 



Put on your tattered cloak, Mosia, 



Clothe yourself with your scraps of goatskin; 



Were it of a cowskin, 



It would become you. 



VI. 

 MOFOKENG, MAKOA. 



Tlemelele, MaMakoa a Matsitsi ! 

 o hlaba ka koebe, o bone[h]o mang ? 

 Le bone[h]o Letsela le Ntsenki. 

 Linalanyane tsa mor' a Mokotsoana 

 tse reng o ts'oara khomo, li e ngaparele, 

 Mong a khomo ebe h'a[e] sa e bone [tau 



Praises of a Mofokeng, Makoa. 



Ha! Mamakoa of the Matsitsi (? regiment), 

 You strike with a barbed spear ; with whom did you see it ? 

 You saw it with Letsela and Ntsenki. 

 The little nails of Mokotsoana 's son (i.e, Makoa), 

 Which say, when you catch an ox, let them grip it, 

 That he, perchance, the ox's master, does no longer see it Cth< 

 ox, or the lion). 



VII. 

 TSA MOLISE. 



Ke bohale, ba Ra-ka-litelu, 

 phatola chicha baRamosinyei, 

 mohl'a qala mo hapa, 

 a hapa e phatsoa ea baTbepu : 

 na u fela u re U morena? 

 Morena ke oa Mokhachane, 

 haholo ke baNketu oa matlama. 



Of Modise, also Mcfokeng. 



I am the wrath of Rakaditedu, 



Cleave the hornless one, men of Ramosinyei (his daughter). 

 When he begins to reave, 



He reaves the dappled one of the Tembus (1835) : 

 Do' you verily call yourself a chief ? 

 The chief is Mokhachane's son (i.e., Mosliesh), 

 Yea, the chiefs are the men of Nketu (again Moshesh), 

 Who is of the Binders (regiment). 



