Lyrics in Spanish

¡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

tu 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 solo 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!

Lyrics in English

Joyful Guatemala , that you honor

Never be profaned by the executioner

Nor should slaves lick the yoke

Nor should tyrants spit in your face

If tomorrow your sacred soil

Is threatened by foreign invasion

Free into the wind, your beautiful flag

To victory or death it will call

Free into the wind, your beautiful flag

To victory or death it will call

Since your people, with fiery soul

Will be dead before enslaved.

From your old and hard chains

You forged, with an ire-driven hand,

The plow that fertilizes the soil

And the sword that saves honor.

Our fathers fought one day,

Lit up in patriotic burning

And they were able, without bloody clash,

To place you on a throne of love.

And they were able, without bloody clash,

To place you on a throne of love,

That our Nation, in energetic assent,

Gave life to the ideal redeemer.

Your emblem shows a piece of the sky

In which a cloud gets its whiteness

Wretched is he who dares in madness

stain your colors

Well, your brave and proud sons

who admire the peace within

will never avoid the rough battles

if they are to defend their land and their home.

They will never avoid the rough battles

if they are to defend their land and their home

that honor is the idea that reigns their souls

and the altar of the mother country their altar

Lying in the magnificent Ande

with two oceans at hearing distance

under the wing of seeds and gold

you become entranced from the beautiful quetzal

Native bird that lives in your seal

protector that protects your soil

hopefully he will fly high

more than the condor and the royal eagle!

Hopefully he will fly high

more than the condor and the royal eagle

and in his wings, raise up to the sky:

Guatemala, your immortal name!