Sion is a snow white turtledove cooing cheerfully, while the sly jackal always peeks at her, hungry.  

Sion is a girl maiden, strong and bold in principles. So woe oh woe to the one-world-order, lustfully peeking at her.

Sion is a volk, the chosen Boer, and look, in the end he easily sweeps the floor with Edom again.

Sion is the godly family, eternal, old and primeval. But she stands strong, young and free, as a momentous opponent to the world-whore.

Oh, Sion is the rosy morning-love-glow on which the new dawn feeds and from her fountain the New Jerusalem scoops new courage again.

Sion is the four horses of Revelation, snorting warningly, yes before the Big Judgment comes to destroy everything.

Sion is a strong young lion, with his mane wild and furious, coming to bloodthirstily destroy everything in his path.

Sion is a snow white pearl string and around the heaven-beautiful Paradise, she forms the godly boundary contour.

Sion is a babbling brook that comes down roaring in a terrifying flood, and on her arrival, everything liberal will certainly pay.

Sion is the beautiful bride, yes only God’s Stuff. So, oh Jerusalem, keep good faith now, yes while an evil world quickly speeds to its end.