Pãrinteasca dimãndari
Nã sprigiurã cu foc mari
Frats di mumã shi di un tatã
Noi, Armãnji di eta toatã.

Di sum plocili di murmintsã
Grescu a noshci bunj pãrintsã:
"Blãstem mãri s-aibã ãn casã
Cai di limba lui s-alasã

Cai s-alasã limba lui:
S-lu ardã pira focului
Si s-dirinã yiu pri loc
S-ãi si frigã limba ãn foc.

Nãs ãn vatralj pãrinteascã
Pi fumealjã s-nu s-hãrseascã
Di fumelãi curunji s-nu bashi
Njic ãn leagãn s-nu ãnfashe.

Cai fudzi di a lui mumã
Shi dit pãrinteascãlj numã:
Fugã-i doara Domnului
Shi dultseamea somnului!"

The will of the forefathers
Commands us with a great flame
Children of the same parents
We, the Aromanians from time immemorial.

From beneath their gravestones
Our good parents cry out:
"We curse you if you have at home
Someone who leaves his language

For whoever leaves his language:
Let him be burned by flames
Let him be destroyed alive where he stands
Let his tongue be burned in fire.

Before his ancestral hearth
Let him not enjoy a family
Let him not see a family get married
Let him not rock a child's cradle.

For whoever leaves his mother
And his ancestral name:
Let him ever lose God's grace
And the sweetness of sleep!"