You holy Estonian river!
How you inspire my thoughts!
O, Emajõgi, where Vanemuine's language
Still flourishes,
Where we can still hear
His song and zither;
Where the young still remember
The words and deeds of Kalev
And recall the glory
Of old times
Where tall pillars stand
On his grave
And give spiritual light
To my Estonia
Poem by
Lydia Koidula (1867)
