Segnorees apo tin kopsi too spathyoo tin tromeri;
Segnorees apo tin opsi poo me vya metra tin yee.
Ap ta kokkala vyalmenee ton elleenon ta ye ra
Ke san prawt' anthreeomenee hyer'o hyeri eleftherya.
Ke san prawt' anthreeomenee hyer'o hye r'eleftherya,
Ke san prawt' anthreeomenee hyer'o hye r'eleftherya.

I shall always recognise you
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching vision,
You survey, with spirit bold.
'Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to birth our spirit free.
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Oh Liberty!
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Liberty,
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, Liberty!