What is the name of the land where bold heroes fought
For their freedom and their holy right,
And where they cheerfully and happily rejoiced
In the midst of the stormy, bloody battle?
   That is the lovely alpine land,
   The free fatherland of the Swiss.

Where is the courage that once glowed in our ancestors,
And never asked if the enemy outnumbered [us],
That planted many a victory flag
Upon the bronze pedestal of history?
   That courage still lives fervently in the Swiss,
   Its strong arm still wields the sword.

Where is the might before which the enemy trembled,
Known to Sempach, Murten and St. Jakob,
That already shattered many an enemy's lance
And is still spoken of with praise by posterity?
   The might, it broke many a yoke,
   It still lives in the free Swiss.

Where is the beautiful unity of those days
[That was] once watchword, lodestar, passion, and battle cry,
That often with a single bold blow
Created the woe of the enemy, the rejoicing of [our] land?
   The white and red band of unity
   Still twines itself about the fatherland.