I Quisqueyanos valientes, alcemos Nuestro canto con viva emoci�n, Y del mundo a la faz ostentemos Nuestro invicto glorioso pend�n. II Salve el pueblo que intr�pido y fuerte, A la guerra a morir se lanz� Cuando en b�lico reto de muerte Sus cadenas de esclavo rompi�. III Ning�n pueblo ser libre merece Si es esclavo indolente y servil; Si en su pecho la llama no crece Que templ� el heroismo viril. IV M�s Quisqueya la ind�mita y brava Siempre altiva la frente alzar�: Que si fuere mil veces esclava Otras tantas ser libre sabr�. V Que si dolo y ardid la expusieron de un intruso se�or al desd�n, �Las Carreras! �Beller!… campos fueron que cubiertos de gloria se ven. VI Que en la cima de hero�co baluarte, de los libres el verbo encarn�, donde el genio de S�nchez y Duarte a ser libre o morir ense��. VII Y si pudo inconsulto caudillo de esas glorias el brillo empa�ar, de la guerra se vi� en Capotillo la bandera de fuego ondear. VIII Y el incendio que at�nito deja de Castilla al soberbio le�n, de las playas gloriosas le aleja donde flota el cruzado pend�n. IX Compatriotas, mostremos erguida nuestra frente, orgullosos de hoy m�s; que Quisqueya ser� destruida pero sierva de nuevo, jam�s. X Que es santuario de amor cada pecho do la patria se siente vivir; Y es su escudo invencible, el derecho; Y es su lema: ser libre o morir. XI Libertad que a�n se yergue serena La victoria en su carro triunfal. Y el clar�n de la guerra a�n resuena Pregonando su gloria inmortal. XII �Libertad! Que los ecos se agiten Mientras llenos de noble ansiedad Nuestros campos de gloria repiten
�Libertad! �Libertad! �Libertad!
I Valiant Quisqueyans, let us raise Our song with vivid emotion And let’s show to the face of the world Our undefeated, glorious flag. II Hail, the people who strong and intrepid, Into war launched itself unto death! When in warfare challenge of death, Her slavery chains she broke. III None people deserves to be free If he is slave, indolent and servile; If in his heart the flame is not burning, Which was sparked by heroic manliness. https://www.world-countries.orghttps://www.world-countries.org IV But Quisqueya, the indomitable and brave, Her head will always lift up high, For if she were enslaved a thousand times, Many more times shall she know how to be free. V If it will be exposed to ruse and deceit Unto contempt of a real imposer, On to Las Carreras! Beler! …it were places Where the traces of glory are found. VI Where on the top of the heroic bastion, The word of the libarated became flesh, Where the genius of S�nchez and Duarte Taught to be free or to die. VII And if an unattended leader the splendor Of these glorious events could ignore, One has seen in Capotillo in the war The flag of fire wave. VIII And the fire that lets the proud lion Of Castilla become stupefied, Removes him from the glorious beaches Where the crossed banner waves. IX Compatriots, let us proudly Show our face, from today prouder than ever; Quisqueya may be destroyed But a slave again, never! X It is a sanctuary of love that every character Of the fatherland feels alive! And it is his coat of arms, the right; And it is his device: be free or die. XI Freedom that still rises cool-bloodedly The victory in her triumphal car. And the clarion of war re-echoes Proclaiming his immortal glory. XII Freedom! That the echo’s touch While they’re full of noble tension Our fields of glory repeat
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!