This our creed: we follow the light.
We go on our way undismayed.
Through storms and clouds and pitch black night,
not once from our path have we strayed.
Though drenched by seas of blood,
we’ve pressed on undeterred,
faced fire, sword and flood,
by stormy winds unstirred.
And though our flag is tattered,
its every thread is blessed.
And even though we’re scattered,
and have no place to rest,
we still progress most nobly,
unfazed by fate’s misdeeds,
our eyes fixed upward humbly,
toward the light: this is our creed.
Translation – T. Samuelian
