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Glad (Joyous) Guatemala! may your altar
Never be trampled by the tormentor
Nor may slaves lick the yoke
Nor may tyrants spit upon your face
If tomorrow your sacred soil
By foreign invasion is threatened
Free into the wind, your beautiful flag
To victory or death it shall call
Free into the wind, your beautiful flag
To victory or death it shall call
Your people will, with fiery soul, die before being enslaved.
From your old and hard chains
You forged, with an ire-driven hand,
The plow that fertilizes the soil
And the honor-saving sword.
Our fathers fought one day,
Lit up in patriotic burning
And they managed, without bloody clash,
To place you on a throne of love.
And they achieved, without bloody clash,
To place you on a throne of love,
And our Nation, in energetic assent,
Gave life to the redeeming ideal.
Your emblem is a piece of the sky
From which a cloud gets its whiteness
And woe onto him who dares in blind madness your colours to stain!
For your sons, brave and zealous,who adore peace as a great treasure
will never avoid the rough battle
to defend their land and their home.
They will never avoid the rough battle
to defend their land and their home
as well as the altar of the mother country, their altar.
Lying upon the proud Ande, of the two oceans,
hearing its noise,
under the gold and crimson red wing of the beautiful quetzal
you will become entranced.
Native bird that lives in your seal
the protector of your soil
May it fly high
more than the condor and the royal eagle!
May it fly high
more than the condor and the royal eagle
And in its wings, may it raise up to the sky
Guatemala, your name, immortal!