Coro:
¡Salve, Oh Patria, mil veces, oh Patria!
¡Gloria a ti, gloria a ti!
Ya tu pecho, tu pecho, rebosa,
gozo y paz ya tu pecho rebosa;
Y tu frente, tu frente radiosa,
Más que el sol contemplamos lucir.
Los primeros, los hijos del suelo
que, soberbio, el Pichincha decora,
te aclamaron por siempre señora
y vertieron su sangre por ti.
Dios miró y aceptó el holocausto
y esa sangre fue germen fecundo
de otros héroes que atónito el mundo
vió en tu torno a millares surgir.
¡A millares surgir!
Coro
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Hail, Oh Homeland, a thousand times!
Oh Homeland, glory to you!
Your breast, your breast overflows
With joy and peace, and your radiant brow
We behold shining brighter than the sun.
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Hail, Oh Homeland, a thousand times!
Oh Homeland, glory to you!
Your breast, your breast overflows
With joy and peace, and your radiant brow
We behold shining brighter than the sun.
Your children, indignant at the yoke
That Iberian audacity imposed upon you,
Of the unjust and horrendous disgrace
That weighed fatally upon you,
Raised a holy voice to the heavens,
A voice of noble and unmatched oath,
To avenge you of the bloody monster,
To break that servile yoke.
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The first were the children of the land
That, proud, Pichincha adorns;
They acclaimed you forever as their sovereign
And shed their blood for you.
God looked and accepted the sacrifice,
And that blood was a fertile seed
Of other heroes that, astonished, the world
Saw arise by the thousands around you.
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Before the iron arm of those heroes
Nothing on earth was invincible;
And from the valley to the highest sierra
The roar of the fight was heard;
After the fight, victory flew,
Freedom came after the triumph,
And the destroyed lion was heard
Roaring in impotence and spite.
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Spanish fierceness finally yielded,
And today, oh Homeland, your free existence
Is the noble and magnificent heritage
That happy heroism gave us;
From paternal hands we received it,
Let no one try to snatch it from us now,
Nor foolishly or boldly try
To excite our vengeful wrath against themselves.
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Let no one, oh Homeland, attempt it. The shadows
Of your glorious heroes watch us,
And the valor and pride they inspire
Are a guarantee of triumphs for you.
Let a thousand come, from your war hymns,
A thousand scorn of the rough throng,
For they gave their offering in steel
And knew how to die for their faith.
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