Besides the still waters of the Goma Lakes,

There we strutted silently in search of fortunes and futures.

Movements in sacredly displayed bumble sashes,

In green lands of well groomed marshlands.

Here in silent thoughts of the lives we would live hatched;

Our minds ran deeply, and our studies gained thrust.

There at the great university uncertainties loomed

As our graduation days grew thinner and thinner;

Men and boys here came together of age

While girls and women barely fit in tight jeans.

Goma Lakes, our heart and soul:
With every ripple a circle of avowed expectations

And every drop a thought of anticipated vocations.

By the serene water fronts our fears turned to joy

While our vanities reminded us we were still learners.

The level of every rescinding depth

Summed up our desire to overcome retention,

And stones and branches made our temporary bridges.

Oh, Goma Lakes, our betters and bright have crossed

Before their day of jubilation they celebrated!

Goma lakes - your tall straight trees
Shall account for all the plans

Which besides your oasis, have been made.

Your caves of rounded bush and pricking barbs,

Hide deep secrets of broken virginities.

We shall come back to Goma Lakes once again

To vindicate our sound opportunities

And rejoice over the pleasures that nearly eluded us

Here at Goma Lakes, we find seasons of healing charm;

Here besides the Goma Lakes, our hopes live again.

Goma lakes, where our stories developed plotlines
And shield many from the republic of cruel fines!