Where is the path to the free land?
Past a steep rocky wall,
Where the eagle rises toward the sky
And soars over the blue depths!
The herd quietly grazes its way upward,
The river foams through its granite gate:
Oh, greetings to you, my homeland,
From the Rhine to the banks of the Rhone!

Whither, whither, you human child,
In the sweet and gentle wafting of summer?
Climb up to the green alpine slope,
If it is too heavy and anxious for you down below!
There on high freedom opens out,
There stands freedom's birthplace;
The firn snows glow, flame beside flame, --
How you are beautiful, my homeland!

You rosy glow of eternal youth,
How you shine into the valley so freshly 
And lift my soul out of the valley
And kiss it in the rays of evening!
Oh, flare up, free manly courage,
Arise in fervour like our alpine glow,
And may you be protected, oh homeland,
Through the strong hands of your sons!