Se gnor�zo ap� tin k�psi tu spathi� tin tromer�, se gnor�zo ap� tin �psi, pu me v�a metr�i ti yi. Ap’ ta k�kkala vgalm�ni ton Ell�non ta ier�, ke san pr�ta andhriom�ni,
kh�re, o kh�re, Eleftheri�!
I shall always recognize you by the dreadful sword you hold, as the earth, with searching vision, you survey with spirit bold. From the Greeks of old whose dying brought to birth our spirit free, now, with ancient valour rising,
let us hail you, oh liberty!