1. O mother, if a nation has fallen before you
By cursed bullets and a foolish dagger,

2. Do not grieve or be sad, but keep repeating:
O land, lost in civilization, be glorious!

3. This is an age that fate has destined for us
To drink death's bitter cup in its embrace.

4. Its tyrants' dreams have led them astray
And they have thrown us from their justice into oblivion.