The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
Horror of wounds and anger at the foe,
And loss of things desired; all these must pass.
We are the happy legion, for we know
Time's but a golden wind that shakes the grass.
There was an hour when we were loth to part
From life we longed to share no less than others.
Now, having claimed this heritage of heart,
What need we more, my comrades and my brothers?
Úzkosť krajiny zbavuje naše oči
Till krása svieti vo všetkom, čo vidíme.
Vojna je naša pohromou; Zatiaľ vojna nás urobil múdre,
A bojovať za našu slobodu, sme slobodní.
Hrôza rán a hnev na nepriateľa,
A strata vecí žiaduce; to všetko musí prejsť.
Sme radi, légie, pretože vieme,
Doba je ale zlatý vietor, ktorý otriasa trávu.
Nastala hodina, kedy sme boli váhavý, aby časť
Zo života sme túžili podeliť o nič menej ako ostatní.
Teraz, keď tvrdil, toto dedičstvo srdce,
To, čo potrebujeme my ďalšie, moji súdruhovia a moji bratia?