1. A people sing on their feast day with pride
To a fine melody that rings in their lyre

2. A melody overflowing with fervor as though
Sparks scatter from its strings like fire

3. The wanderer sang it and made it his chant
The bard accompanied it on his flute

4. And today the hopes of the nation unite
In parliament and its halls acute

5. They shout demanding evacuation and their resolve
Flows like a torrent in its route

6. To restore the dear homeland its dignity
That was lost and wipe away its disgrace no doubt

7. The first signs of salvation have appeared and shone
With the light of dawn in its lights throughout

8. And visions of the hoped-for future delight a nation
That suffered from the occupier and its clout

9. So today every free soul in this land rejoices
Despite differences and distant abodes about

10. It's our longed-for feast, the feast of our struggle
And the start of the hoped-for fruit it brings out

11. It's our feast, nay every people's feast
When the shackled are freed from bonds stout