O Motherland, jewel-like land embroidered with four seasons, All of us cherish you and love you more than ourselves.

By the lotus pond of Ryukseong Pavilion with the weeping willow, Let us hang them down, twig by twig, gently with our thread; And the azaleas blooming fair on Mount Yaksan— Let us embroider them, blossom by blossom, upon this roll of silk.