Hail to you, bright-sighted Sun King
As you rise beyond the verge of the earth
Send your dawn beams through the east gate
Another day to be born and die in the Middle World

Hail to you, Father of All
On the top of the Endless Tree
Echoing in your celestial hall
Above the land, above the sea
Hail to you, Father of All

We are the last of the Scythian line
Our ancestors' head-stakes cast shadows in time
The nation molders, ways change but your route
Is eternal and absolute

Hail to you, Father of All
Above the land and above the sea
Echoing in your celestial hall
On the top of the Endless Tree
Hail to you, Father of All