Hiigara, our home
From Kharak, our beloved, a harsh barren world,
Driven from her by fire.
Driven out, carrying our people.
A thousand, two thousand, more?
From the sands of deserted Kharak, a tomb, a burnt dead world.
Across the great void we go.
To the lush, green fields of Hiigara,
Hiigara, our Homeworld.