A golden dawn, a rising star.
The heavens sing of grace untold,
As tapestry of time unfolds.
A precious soul, a guiding light,
That shines so beautiful and bright.
Oh, Sitwala, your day has come,
Underneath the golden sun.
We celebrate your gentle grace,
The light upon your lovely face.
Sitwala, hear our joyous song,
To you, the brightest days belong.
With every step, the flowers bloom,
Dispelling all the winter's gloom.
A daughter prized, a treasure rare,
Who fills with warmth the silent air.
Oh, Sitwala, your day has come,
Underneath the golden sun.
We celebrate your gentle grace,
The light upon your lovely face.
Sitwala, hear our joyous song,
To you, the brightest days belong.
Sitwala, shine forevermore.
Forevermore.