Equador

[Coro] ¡Salve, Oh Patria, mil veces! ¡Oh Patria, gloria a ti! Ya tu pecho, tu pecho rebosa Gozo y paz, y tu frente radiosa Más que el sol contemplamos lucir. Indignados tus hijos del yugo Que te impuso la ibérica audacia, De la injusta y horrenda desgracia Que pesaba fatal sobre ti, Santa voz a los cielos alzaron, Voz de noble y sin par juramento, De vengarte del monstruo sangriento, De romper ese yugo servil. [Coro] 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 Vio en tu torno a millares surgir. [Coro] De esos héroes al brazo de hierro Nada tuvo invencible la tierra; Y del valle a la altísima sierra Se escuchaba el fragor de la lid; Tras la lid, la victoria volaba, Libertad tras el triunfo venía, Y al león destrozado se oía De impotencia y despecho rugir. [Coro] Cedió al fin la fiereza española, Y hoy, ¡oh Patria!, tu libre existencia Es la noble y magnífica herencia Que nos dio el heroísmo feliz; De las manos paternas la hubimos, Nadie intente arrancárnosla ahora, Ni nuestra ira excitar vengadora Quiera, necio o audaz, contra sí. [Coro] Nadie, ¡oh Patria!, lo intente. Las sombras De tus héroes gloriosos nos miran, Y el valor y el orgullo que inspiran Son fianza de triunfos por ti. Vengan mil, de tus himnos de guerra, Mil despechos del rudo tropel, Que su ofrenda la dieron de acero Y supieron morir por su fe. [Coro]

[Coro] Salve, oh Patria, mil vezes! Oh Patria, gloria a ti! Teu peito, teu peito transborda De alegria e paz, e tua fronte radiante Vemos brilhar mais que o sol. Teus filhos do jugo ousaram Romper as correntes que arrastavam; O patriotismo inflamou seus peitos E ergueram-se cheios de valor. E o mundo inteiro admirou O heroismo sem igual Daquele povo que lutou Por liberdade e ideal. [Coro]

[Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus]