Finland, behold, thy daylight now is dawning,
The skylark calls across the light of morning,
the blue of heaven lets it have its way,
and now the day of the powers of night is scorning:
thy daylight dawns, O Finland of ours!
Finland, arise, and raise towards the highest
thy head now crowned with mighty memory.
Finland, arise, for the world thou criest
that thou hast thrown off thy slavery,
beneath oppression’s yoke thou never liest.
Thy morning’s come, O Finland of ours!
Veikko Antero Koskenniemi (1885 – 1962) Finland
Translator not stated (anonymous)
Source: Babel Web Anthology
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