Songs of the North/The Athenians' Song

Splendid is death, when courageous, the first in battle, thou fallest, Fallest in war for thy land, dying for city and home. Therefore, with fiery mind, arise to fight for thy country, Hasten to yield up thy life, gladly, for races to come! Forward, forward now, boys, in close and invincible columns! Never a feeling of fright, never a thought of retreat!

Shame and stigma fall on the host when, in front of the forces, Old men, ahead of the young, combat and bleed unto death. This behoves, above all, a youth while still he is wearing Wreaths on the curls of his head, sweet-scented flowers of spring. Handsome to women, stately to men, he may seem in his life-time; Handsomer is he in death, fall’n in the thick of the fray.

Ateenalaisten laulu (Juva) Ateenalaisten laulu (Leino)