Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
el acero aprestad y el brid�n.
Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra,
al sonoro rugir del ca��n.
�Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra,
al sonoro rugir del ca��n!
Estrofa I:
Ci�a �oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
de la paz el arc�ngel divino,
que en el cielo tu eterno destino
por el dedo de Dios se escribi�.
Mas si osare un extra�o enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo,
piensa �oh Patria querida! que el cielo
un soldado en cada hijo te dio.
Estrofa V:
�Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
De la patria manchar los blasones!
�Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones
En las olas de sangre empapad.
�Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle
Los ca�ones horr�sonos truenen,
Y los ecos sonoros resuenen
Con las voces de �Uni�n! �Libertad!
Estrofa VI:
Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos
Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
Tus campi�as con sangre se rieguen,
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
Se derrumben con h�rrido estruendo,
Y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
De mil h�roes la patria aqu� fue.
Estrofa X:
�Patria! �Patria! Tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clar�n con su b�lico acento
los convoca a lidiar con valor.
�Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
�Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
�Un laurel para ti de victoria!
�Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!
Mexicans, at the cry of war,
make ready the steel and the steed,
and may the earth tremble its centers
at the resounding roar of the cannon.
And may the earth tremble its centers
at the resounding roar of the cannon!
First Stanza:
Let gird, oh Fatherland, your brow with olive
by the divine archangel of peace,
for in heaven your eternal destiny
was written by the finger of God.
But if some enemy outlander should dare
to profane your ground with his step,
think, oh beloved country, that heaven
has given you a soldier in every son.
War, war without quarter to any who dare
to tarnish the country's coat of arms!
War, war! Let the national banners
be soaked in waves of blood.
War, war! In the mountain, in the valley,
let the cannons thunder in horrid unison
and may the sonorous echoes resound
with cries of Union! Liberty!
Stanza VI:
Oh Fatherland, ere your children, defenseless
bend their neck beneath the yoke,
may your fields be watered with blood,
may they leave their footprints in blood.
And may your temples, palaces and towers
collapse with horrid clamor,
and their ruins continue on, saying:
Of a thousand heroes, this fatherland was.
Stanza X:
Oh, Fatherland, Fatherland, your children swear to you
to breathe their last for your sake,
if the bugle with its warlike accent
should call them to fight with courage.
For you the olive wreathes!
A memory for them of glory!
For you a laurel of victory!
A tomb for them of honor!
NATIONAL ANTHEMS
