I see again, smiling in you
The sweet effigy of my dear mother;
In your heart
I drink again in the sweet, radiant air
Of my fatherland
That awakened my mind
You are beautiful, like my banner
Blazing amid the vapors of battle;
You are joyous, like the vision
Of glory promised to the victor
You are beautiflu, you are joyous
Yes, love has made a poet out of me