My homeland—sole cradle where every being is free,
a land of merit, shining with the Three Sinhales.
The Sinhalese have walked this earth for countless ages,
guardians of a sacred trust a million years deep.
From this holy soil arose the Dhamma’s gentle light,
bringing peace to the world, scattering the darkness.
The blood within me beats with love for this land—
I pledge my life to honor and protect it.
Sinhalese sons and daughters, wherever you wander,
hear my voice carried on the wind of our ancestors:
Generations gave their lives so this land may endure.
Everywhere, the white spires of temples rise—
symbols of faith, guardians of strength,
mirrors of the spirit of our people.
Turn away from foreign shadows,
stand now and defend the motherland!
This pearl of the Indian Ocean—
our Sinhala island—
is the wellspring of civilization’s dawn.
Upon our banner shines the lion with sword in paw—
a symbol of courage, a symbol of Dharma,
the fearless path of the Buddha himself.
Before this sacred land, my island home,
I vow with unshaken heart:
No matter how many invaders come,
I will rise, I will fight,
I will guard my motherland forever.
