SOLOMOS, HYMN TO LIBERTY (DITHYRAMBICS TO LIBERTY), Translated by Charles Brinsley Sheridan, 1825

The first pages of Dithyrambics to Liberty:

Rudyard Kipling did a better job!

We knew thee of old,

Oh, divinely restored,

By the light 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! 

Long time didst thou dwell

Mid the peoples that mourn,

Awaiting some voice

That should bid thee return. 

Ah, slow broke that day

And no man dared call,

For the shadow of tyranny

Lay over all: 

And we saw thee sad-eyed,

The tears on thy cheeks

While thy raiment was dyed

In the blood of the Greeks. 

Yet, behold now thy sons

With impetuous breath

Go forth to the fight

Seeking Freedom or Death. 

From the graves of our slain

Shall thy valour prevail

As we greet thee again —

Hail, Liberty! Hail!