THE ANCIENT OATH
Behold the rosy dawn spreading over mountain peaks,
Oh Thăng Long, the rising mist drifts softly through the streets.
The echoing drums resound, the royal call takes flight,
Riding the wind across the land, awakening the light.
The hearts of Lạc Hồng gaze upon our rivers wide,
Loving this homeland where our ancestors reside.
A heroic line that lifts its noble will so high,
A heroic line whose strength resounds across the sky.
We set forth now, our spirits reaching to the throne,
We, Lạc Hồng’s children, swear with our live and blood alone.
The road is long,
My spirit drifts across the borderlands.
Far away,
I watch the clouds gather on the western peaks.
Through storms and time,
Our vow remains unbroken in our hands.
O homeland dear,
Your call is all my heart still seeks.
Across the mountains, across the windswept plains,
The ancient oath of Lạc Hồng still remains.
Through every trial, through every rising dawn,
The soul of our people carries on.
The road is long,
Yet hope still burns across the borderlands.
Far away,
The clouds still rise above the western stands.
O homeland dear,
Your spirit lives in every heart that speaks.
We journey on,
For freedom’s light is what our people seek.