STAND fierce to your coasts, Cypriots,
stand fierce to cock-eyed bobs of war,
guard full your flame and your future
as never you have before.
Wake from the village well,
wake from the isolation of the orangerie,
stand one and united forever
past the hour when this false-war shall stop.
Wake, my fellow Cypriots,
the fire and the fury comes;
now comes you hour of nationhood.