1. O Indonesia, if your children are steadfast
Then war is their mother, and struggle their father

2. You have a history, on its pages
A fragrance diffuses, from spilled blood

3. As if from the radiance of dawn and its murmur
A light shines upon it, from your valleys

4. O Java, the second of Edens, with what
A soul desires, and what nature has poured into you

5. With what flows down its hills and valleys
Of melted tin and alloy

6. With the rugged, twisted around you at dusk
And the naked, laughing from your shores

7. Its shadows have come upon the colonists
And their queens and kings

8. O mother of each grabber
Wretched in his misery and enslaved urchin

9. O mother of each outcast from his people
Who was granted heavens and lived like a slave

10. To whom does jihad befit if not ordered
A crown befitting the heads of your people

11. In each of your graves is a specter
Walking to you, and a screamer calling you

12. To bolster your present bloodied
With the painful lamenting of your past

13. And from nature defending your children
To take from you what you give them

14. Manliness refuses to be torn by others
When they are deprived of craving from you

15. O Indonesia! And for creatures is partnership
Nothing but Allah without partner

16. They parched you with the inferno of the East
And a branding iron of its humiliation branded you

17. And gave you to drink from a cup we drank the like
And it may be more bitter than yours

18. And so are you, and hatred has given birth
You give birth to the knotted rope