Peace, a good name It is given by all mankind It is given by the ones who once suffered from hunger or bled It is given by the exiles of different nations and countries It is given by the ones who are homeless And lead a wretched life in a foreign land
Peace, you have countless suffering brothers and sisters You have millions upon millions of aged mothers Who are impatient for their sons' return from the battlefields with tearful eyes
Peace, you are the kiss of the reviving land The embrace of the ones returning home at night The laurel wreath woven with olive-branch worn On the Olympic champion’s head The old friend of the sun and the moon You give us peacefulness, harmoniousness, and happiness You are just the God; you are just the world and all things on earth
Peace, time appears like a devil in the days without you Living appears like a well of death without you The moonlight looks like unremitting rain without you Peace, in the morning when you come back Migratory birds can be seen flying over the city Hands can be seen waving and dancing in the sky
