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.