自由への賛歌: ギリシャとキプロスの国歌

Σε γνωρίζω από την κόψη
Του σπαθιού την τρομερή,
Σε γνωρίζω από την όψη,
Που με βιά μετράει τη γη.

Απ’ τα κόκκαλα βγαλμένη
Των Ελλήνων τα ιερά,
𝄆 Και σαν πρώτα ανδρειωμένη,
Χαίρε, ω χαίρε, ελευθεριά! 𝄇

Se gnorízo apó tin cópsi
Tu spathjú tin tromerí,
Se gnorízo apó tin ópsi,
Pu me vjá metrái ti gi.

Ap’ ta cóccala vgalméni
Ton Hellínon ta jerá,
𝄆 Cæ san próta andrioméni,
Chǽre, o chǽre, eleftherjá! 𝄇

セ・グノリゾ・アポ・ティン・コプスィ
トゥ・スパスュ・ティン・トロメリ、
セ・グノリゾ・アポ・ティン・オプスィ
プ・メ・ヴャ・メトライ・ティ・イィ。

アプ・タ・コカラ・ヴガルメニ
トン・エリノン・タ・イェラ、
キェ・サン・プロタ・アンズリオメニ、
ヒェレ、オ・ヒェレ、 エレフセリャ！

[s̠e̞ ɣno̞ˈɾiz̠o̞‿ɐpo̞ tiŋ ˈko̞ps̠i]
[tu s̠pɐˈθçu tin ˌtro̞me̞ˈɾi ǀ]
[s̠e̞ ɣno̞ˈɾiz̠o̞‿ɐpo̞ tin ˈo̞ps̠i ǀ]
[pu me̞ ˈvʝä me̞ˌträi̯ ti ˈʝi ‖]

[ɐp tɐ ˈko̞kɐˌlä vɣɐlˈme̞ɲi]
[to̞n e̞ˈlino̞n tɐ je̞ˈɾä ǀ]
𝄆 [ˌce̞ s̠ɐm ˈpro̞tɐ‿ɐn̪ðrjo̞ˈme̞ɲi ǀ]
[ˈçe̞ɾe̞‿o̞ ˈçe̞ɾe̞ ǀ e̞le̞fθe̞ɾˈʝä ‖] 𝄇]

I recognize you by the fearsome sharpness,
of your sword,
I recognize you by your face
that hastefully defines the land (i.e. the land's borders).

I shall always recognize you
by the dreadful sword you hold,
as the Earth with searching vision
you survey with spirit bold.

We knew thee of old,
O, divinely restored,
By the lights of thine eyes,
And the light of thy Sword.

From the sacred bones,
of the Hellenes arisen,
𝄆 and valiant again as you once were,
Hail, o hail, Liberty! 𝄇

From the Greeks of old whose dying
brought to life and spirit free,
𝄆 now with ancient valor rising
Let us hail you, oh Liberty! 𝄇

𝄆 From the graves of our slain,
Shall thy valor prevail,
𝄆 as we greet thee again,
Hail, Liberty! Hail! 𝄇