República Dominicana

[Estribillo] Quisqueyanos valientes, alcemos Nuestro canto con viva emocion, Y del mundo a la faz ostentemos Nuestro invicto glorioso pendon. Salve! El pueblo que, intrepido y fuerte, A la guerra a morir se lanzo, Cuando en belico reto de muerte Sus cadenas de esclavo rompio. Ningun pueblo ser libre merece Si es esclavo, indolente y servil; Si en su pecho la llama no crece Que templo en su temple viril. Mas Quisqueya la indocil y brava Siempre altiva la frente alzara; Que si fuere mil veces esclava, Otras mil ser libre sabra. [Estribillo] Que si dolo y engano la expuso De un intrusor senor al desden, Las Carreras y Beler son campos Que cubiertos de gloria se ven. Que en un belico y aguerrido gesto Desde el Bani a la Sabana fue Que, encendido por el alma de tus hijos, El tirano cayo en su tumba. [Estribillo] Compatriotas, mostremos erguida Nuestra frente, orgullosa de hoy mas; Que Quisqueya sera destruida Pero sierva de nuevo, jamas! Que es un templo de amor cada pecho Donde late la patria se siente; Y es su escudo invencible la justicia Y su lema: ser libre o morir. [Estribillo] Libertad! Que aun se yergue serena La victoria en su carro triunfal, Y el clarin de la guerra aun resuena Proclamando su gloria inmortal. Libertad! Que los ecos se agiten Mientras llenos de noble ansiedad, Nuestros campos de gloria repiten: Libertad! Libertad! Libertad!

[Chorus] Brave Quisqueyans, let us raise Our song with lively emotion, And to the face of the world let us show Our invincible glorious banner. Hail! The people who, intrepid and strong, Launched themselves to war to die, When in a warlike challenge of death They broke their slave chains. No people deserves to be free If it is slavish, indolent and servile; If in its breast the flame does not grow That was tempered by manly heroism. But the indomitable and brave Quisqueya Will always hold its head high; For if it were a thousand times enslaved, It would know how to be free just as many times. [Chorus] For though deceit and trickery exposed it To the scorn of an intruding lord, Las Carreras and Beler were fields That are seen covered in glory. For in a warlike and battle-hardened gesture From Bani to the Sabana it was That, set ablaze by the spirit of your children, The tyrant fell into his grave. [Chorus] Countrymen, let us show with heads held high Our faces, proud from this day on; For Quisqueya may be destroyed But a slave again, never! For every breast is a sanctuary of love Where the homeland is felt to stir; And its invincible shield is justice And its motto: to be free or to die. [Chorus] Freedom! For still serenely rises Victory in its triumphal chariot, And the bugle of war still resounds Proclaiming its immortal glory. Freedom! Let the echoes stir While, full of noble longing, Our fields of glory repeat: Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!