1. Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss

2. To the harvest,
The yield of struggle,

3. The country's heart revives through us
Come, reap and sing-

4. Love is heart and hand
And life is cultivation and harvest

5. Our fields and plains are all joy, all bounty
The sun in them is gold, and the streams are bliss

6. We love our mountains,
These eyes are their hearts

7. These gardens, their fertility,
Apples and grapes their jewelry,

8. Winds in the reeds their melodies
And all is ours and our sons' after us

9. Small among nations
Great as hope

10. Ours it was and still is
Our country, our forefathers, our sons

11. Its freshness a cure, its soil ethics, its sun gold
Apples and grapes their jewelry,

12. Winds in the reeds their melodies
And all is ours and our sons' after us

13.
Come, reap and sing

14. Love is heart and hand
And life is cultivation and harvest