Walk upon England's mountain green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark satanic mills?
A u shkelen ne ato kohe te lashta Malet e gjelberta te Anglise Dhe u pa ne lendinat e vendit Gjingji i shenjte i Perendise
A na ndricoi kodrat me re Fytyra e shenjte hyjnore A ndertuam ketu Parajsen Ne mes veprave te erreta e djallezore
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! Me sill shigjetat e mia te pasionit Me sill te shkelqyerin hark te arte Me sill dhe heshten! Hapuni ju re. Me sill edhe karrocen e zjarrte
I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land
Une kurre sdo ndalem se menduari As shpata ne dore sdo rri e qete Perderisa te ndertojme Parajsen Ne Angline e Bukur dhe te blerte