When autumn winds are eerie
Churning the whirlpools deep,
The storm-swept shores hear clearly:
From the depths, Lāčplēsis calls!

(Veronika Strēlerte)

There heroes and ancestors rest,
There young tribes go into battle;
That Latvian land, which is quiet,
That Latvian nation, which sings.

(Jānis Akuraters)