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George Gordon Byron - Translation Of The Famous Greek War Song
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Sons of the Greeks, arise!
     The glorious hour`s gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
     Display who gave us birth.
 
             CHORUS.
             Sons of Greeks! let us go
             In arms against the foe,
             Till their hated blood shall flow
             In a river past our feet.
 
Then manfully despising
    The Turkish tyrant`s yoke,
Let your country see you rising,
    And all her chains are broke.
Brave shades of chiefs and sages,
    Behold the coming strife!
Hellenes of past ages,
    Oh, start again to life!
At the sound of my trumpet, breaking
    Your sleep, oh, loin with me!
And the seven-hill`d city seeking,
    Fight, conquer, till we`re free.
 
            Sons of Greeks, &c.
 
Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers
    Lethargic dolt thou lie?
Awake, and join thy numbers
    With Athens, old ally!
Leonidas recalling,
     That chief of ancient song,
Who saved ye once from falling,
     The terrible! the strong!
Who made that bold diversion
    In old Thermopylæ
And warring with the Persian
    To keep his country free;
With his three hundred waging
   The battle, long he stood,
And like a lion raging,
    Expired in seas of blood.
            Sons of Greeks, &c.
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