Guatemala

[Coro] ¡Guatemala feliz...! Que tus aras no profane jamás el verdugo; ni haya esclavos que laman el yugo ni tiranos que escupan tu faz. Si mañana tu suelo sagrado lo amenaza invasión extranjera, libre al viento tu hermosa bandera a vencer o a morir llamará. [Coro] De tus viejas y duras cadenas tú forjaste con mano iracunda el arado que el suelo fecunda y la espada que salva el honor. Nuestros padres lucharon un día, encendidos en patrio ardimiento, y lograron, sin choque sangriento, colocarte en un trono de amor. [Coro] Y lograron, sin choque sangriento, colocarte en un trono de amor, que de patria en enérgico acento dieron vida al ideal redentor. Tu bandera es un lienzo de cielo en que una nube imprime su blancura, y ¡ay de aquel que en locura ciega intentare manchar sus colores! [Coro] Pues tus hijos valientes y altivos, que veneran la paz cual tesoro, nunca esquivan la lucha bravía si defienden su tierra y su hogar. Ni les mueve ambición codiciosa, ni al tirano sirve el verdugo; solo anhelan con ferviente deseo libertad, libertad en su afán. [Coro] Reclinada en los Andes soberbios, al sonoro fragor de dos mares, bajo el ala de grana y de oro te adormeces, hermoso quetzal. Ave india que vive en tu escudo, cobijada en tus ricas montañas, con sus alas te cubre y defiende y protege tu fértil suelo.

[Chorus] Happy Guatemala...! May your altars Never be profaned by the executioner; May there be no slaves who bow to the yoke Nor tyrants who spit in your face. If tomorrow your sacred soil Is threatened by foreign invasion, Your beautiful flag, free in the wind, Will call to victory or death. [Chorus] From your old and heavy chains You forged with wrathful hand The plough that makes the soil fertile And the sword that saves your honor. Our fathers fought one day, Ignited with patriotic fervor, And achieved, without bloody clash, To place you upon a throne of love. [Chorus] And achieved, without bloody clash, To place you upon a throne of love, For in an energetic patriotic voice They gave life to the redeeming ideal. Your banner is a piece of sky On which a cloud imprints its whiteness, And, woe to him who in blind madness Should try to stain its colors! [Chorus] For your valiant and proud children, Who venerate peace as a treasure, Never shrink from the harsh battle When defending their land and their home. Nor does ambitious greed exploit them, Nor does the executioner serve the tyrant; They long only with fervent desire For freedom, freedom in their quest. [Chorus] Reclined upon the proud Andes, To the sonorous sound of two seas, Beneath the wing of scarlet and gold You slumber, beautiful quetzal. Indian bird that lives on your shield, Sheltered in your rich mountains, With its wings it covers and defends you And protects your fertile soil.