In the grip of the long night,
the Nation turns its gaze eastward
longing for the unraveling of its mystery.
For we have set our sights
guided by the noble gold of our Sun,
upon those perennial blue horizons.
And there is indeed
a certain wonder to be had
in the yonder there, towards dawn.
The life of our people
who lay ever weary in our souls
thirsting for the blessings it shall obtain.
Emerge then, my Country,
from the darkness - turning away.
Arise from the long night, into one Sky!
Gather thyself, soul of our peoples,
against scattering winds, become as one:
Whole to thy memory, awaken to thy destiny.