National anthem of Guatemala

The lyrics of the National Anthem of Guatemala

Guatemala Feliz!

¡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.

Libre al viento tu hermosa bandera
a vencer o a morir llamará;
que tu pueblo con ánima fiera
antes muerto que esclavo será.

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.

Y lograron sin choque sangriento
colocarte en un trono de amor,
que de patria en enérgico acento
dieron vida al ideal redentor.

Es tu enseña pedazo de cielo
en que prende una nube su albura,
y ¡ay! de aquel que con ciega locura
sus colores pretenda manchar.

Pues tus hijos valientes y altivos,
que veneran la paz cual presea,
nunca esquivan la ruda pelea
si defienden su tierra y su hogar.

Nunca esquivan la ruda pelea
si defienden su tierra y su hogar,
que es tan sólo el honor su alma idea
y el altar de la patria su altar.

Recostada en el ande soberbio,
de dos mares al ruido sonoro,
bajo el ala de grana y de oro
te adormeces del bello Quetzal.

Ave indiana que vive en tu escudo,
paladión que protege tu suelo;
¡ojalá que remonte su vuelo,
más que el cóndor y el águila real!

¡Ojalá que remonte su vuelo,
más que el cóndor y el águila real,
y en sus alas levante hasta el cielo,
Guatemala, tu nombre inmortal!

Happy Guatemala!

Guatemala happy…! that your ploughs
never desecrate the executioner;
nor let there be slaves who lick the yoke
no tyrants to spit on your face.

If tomorrow your sacred ground
is threatened by foreign invasion,
free to the wind your beautiful flag
to conquer or to die will call.

Free to the wind your beautiful flag
to conquer or to die will call;
that your people with a fierce spirit
he’ll be dead before he’s a slave.

From your hard old chains
you forged with an angry hand
the plow that fertilizes the soil
and the sword that saves honour.

Our fathers fought one day
on fire in patriotism
and achieved without bloody shock
to place you on a throne of love.

And they managed without bloody shock
to place you on a throne of love,
than from Patria, in a strong accent,
gave life to the redemptive ideal.

It’s your ensign piece of heaven
in which a cloud lights up its sapwood,
and woe to him who with blind folly
its colours are intended to stain!

Then your brave and proud children,
who revere peace as a prize,
they never dodge the tough fight
if they defend their land and their home.

They never dodge the tough fight
if they defend their land and their home,
that it is only the honour of his soul that is the idea
and the altar of the Fatherland its altar.

Lying on the superb Ande,
of two seas to the sound,
under the wing of grana and gold
you fall asleep to the beautiful quetzal.

Indian bird that lives in your shield,
paladion that protects your soil;
hopefully it will take flight,
more than the condor and the golden eagle!

Let’s hope it flies again,
more than the condor and the golden eagle,
and on his wings he lifted up to the sky,
Guatemala, your immortal name!

The National Anthem of Guatemala was written by José Joaquín Palma and composed by Rafael Álvarez Ovalle.

The motto of Guatemala: Grow Free and Fertile.

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