危地马拉国歌

幸福的危地马拉啊……！愿刽子手 永不玷污你的祭坛； 愿这里没有舔舐枷锁的奴隶， 也没有向你脸上唾吐的暴君。 倘若明日你神圣的土地 遭到外来的入侵， 你那迎风飘扬的美丽旗帜 将号召人们去胜利或赴死。 [副歌] 你那迎风飘扬的美丽旗帜 将号召人们去胜利或赴死； 因为你的人民心性刚烈， 宁可死去，也不为奴。 从你古老而沉重的锁链里， 你以愤怒之手锻造出 使土地丰饶的犁， 和拯救荣誉的剑。 我们的先辈曾奋起战斗， 胸中燃着爱国的热忱， 未经血战便得以 将你安放于爱的宝座之上。 [副歌] 他们未经血战便得以 将你安放于爱的宝座之上， 因为以祖国雄浑的声音 他们赋予救赎的理想以生命。 你的旗帜是一角天空， 云朵在其上留下洁白， 谁若盲目狂妄， 胆敢玷污它的颜色，该当有祸！ 因为你勇敢而高傲的儿女， 把和平当作珍宝敬重， 在保卫自己的土地与家园时， 从不躲避艰苦的战斗。 [副歌] 在保卫自己的土地与家园时， 他们从不躲避艰苦的战斗， 因为荣誉是他们唯一的心念， 祖国的祭坛就是他们的祭坛。 你倚靠在高傲的安第斯山上， 听着两洋轰鸣的涛声， 在美丽的格查尔鸟 绯红与金色的翅翼之下，你安然入眠。 栖于你国徽之上的本土之鸟， 守护你土地的神鸟； 但愿它振翅高飞， 胜过神鹰与金雕！ [副歌] 但愿它振翅高飞， 胜过神鹰与金雕， 并用双翼将你不朽的名字， 危地马拉，高举至天际！

Happy Guatemala...! May the executioner Never profane your altars; May there be no slaves who lick 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 us to conquer or to die. [Chorus] Your beautiful flag, free in the wind, Will call us to conquer or to die; For your people, with a fierce spirit, Would sooner be dead than enslaved. From your old and heavy chains You forged with a wrathful hand The plough that makes the soil fertile And the sword that saves our honour. Our fathers fought one day, Ablaze with love of country, And without a bloody clash they managed To set you on a throne of love. [Chorus] And without a bloody clash they managed To set you on a throne of love, For in the ringing voice of the homeland They gave life to the redeeming ideal. Your banner is a piece of the sky On which a cloud fastens its whiteness, And woe to him who, in blind madness, Should seek to stain its colours! For your children, valiant and proud, Who revere peace as a jewel, Never shrink from the hard fight When they defend their land and their home. [Chorus] Never do they shrink from the hard fight When they defend their land and their home, For honour alone is their guiding thought And the altar of the homeland is their altar. Resting upon the proud Andes, At the resounding roar of two seas, Beneath the wing of scarlet and gold Of the beautiful quetzal you fall asleep. Native bird that lives on your coat of arms, The talisman that guards your soil; May it rise higher in its flight Than the condor and the royal eagle! [Chorus] May it rise higher in its flight Than the condor and the royal eagle, And on its wings lift up to heaven, Guatemala, your immortal name!