Hymn to Liberty

Σε γνωρίζω από την κόψη

Του σπαθιού την τρομερή,

Σε γνωρίζω από την όψη,

Που με βιά μετράει τη γη.

Απ’ τα κόκκαλα βγαλμένη

Των Ελλήνων τα ιερά,

Και σαν πρώτα ανδρειωμένη,

Χαίρε, ω χαίρε ελευθεριά!^[1]

Se gnorízo apó tin kópsi

Tou spathioú tin tromerí,

Se gnorízo apó tin ópsi,

Pou me viá metráei ti gi.

Ap’ ta kókkala vgalméni

Ton Ellínon ta ierá,

Kai san próta andreioméni,

Chaíre, o chaíre eleftheriá!^[1]

I recognize you by the fearsome sharpness,

of your sword,

I recognize you by your face

that hastefully defines the land (i.e. the land's borders).

From the sacred bones,

of the Hellenes arisen,

and valiant again as you once were,

hail, o hail, Liberty!^[1]

Poetic

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 life and spirit free,

now with ancient valour rising

let us hail you, oh Liberty!^[1]

Rudyard Kipling (1918)

We knew thee of old,

O, divinely restored,

By the lights of thine eyes,

And the light of thy Sword.

From the graves of our slain,

Shall thy valour prevail,

As we greet thee again,

Hail, Liberty! Hail!^[1]