Hark, I shall wake at hour before morrow
To drink sacral dew among the fields wide
My sight shall embrace the native expance
Meadows and woods, mountains high
Hark, I shall bow before rising Sun
And swear upon the sharp blade
To protect my folk from the danger
And keep fire burning in time of disaster
Breaking through the dusk before dawn
Where powers of night and day collide
Solar rays braiding their ornament
Upon the flesh of my great land
Burning the haze
They are leading the way for daylight
Into mysteries of dawning
Where shadows play with me
