1. Victory from God has come and gladdened hearts afresh
For with Crimea's opening, hardship was made light

2. Enemies are humiliated on every side
While for them spacious horizons narrowed tight

3. A war that makes children grey with its enormity
A rock would melt, and weapons snap with rage

4. When cannons roar thunderously
It rains death's wine beyond clouds' range

5. The yellow folk drink death red as wine
To the whites - plunder satisfies their crave

6. Drunk on skulls as if it were wine divine
As death's wine for them to sip and savor

7. When towers sight the starry Standard
Hearts break and prostrate in awed wonder

8. When the spear shakes its sturdy stand
Blood flows to ankles yon and under

9. The sword's cheek blushes red no sooner
Than their necks yearn that cheek to tender

10. Great hordes once emboldened slayers
Now neither horde nor steed can defend them

11. Routed in panic their forces scatter
Where death, captivity and plunder center

12. No escape, pursued by flaming cavalry
Swords more fiery than comets tender

13. Escaping the blade, fear itself would end them
From Ottomans, a mighty state descended

14. The victory messenger comes singing elated
Victory from God has come and gladdened hearts afresh