Part 17
Ha cesado la lucha sangrienta. Ya es hermano el que ayer invasor; De tres siglos lavamos la afrenta, Combatiendo en el campo de honor. El que ayer doblegabase esclavo Libre al fin y triunfante se ve: Libertad es la herencia del bravo, La victoria se humilla á sus pies.
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Alza Chile, sin mancha la frente, Conquistaste tu nombre en la lid: Siempre noble, constante y valiente Te encontraron los hijos del Cid! Que tus libres, tranquilos coronen A las artes, la industria y la paz, Y de triunfo cantares entonen, Que amedrenten al despota audaz.
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Vuestros nombres valientes soldados Que habeis sido de Chile el sosten. Nuestros pechos los llevan grabados, Los sabran nuestros hijos tambien: Sean ellos el grito de muerte Que lancemos, marchando á lidiar; Y sonando en la boca del fuerte, Ilagan siempre al tirano temblar.
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Si pretende el canon estranjero Nuestros pueblos osado invadir, Desnudemos al punto el acera Y sepamos vencer ó morir. Con su sangre el altivo araucano Nos lego por herencia el valor. Y no tiembla la espada en la mano Defendiendo de Chile el honor.
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Puro, Chile, es tu cielo azulado, Puras brisas te cruzan tambien, Y tu campo de flores sembrado Es la copia feliz del Eden. Majestuosa es la blanca montana Que te dio por baluarte el Señor, Y ese mar que tranquilo te banas Te promete futuro esplendor.
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Esas galas oh Patria! esas flores, Que tapizan tu suelo feraz No las pisen jamas invasores, Con su sombra las cubra la paz. Nuestros pechos seran tu baluarte Con tu nombre sabremos vencer, O tu noble y glorioso estandarte Nos vera combatiendo caer.
TRANSLATION
(Chorus)
SWEET COUNTRY, RECEIVE THE VOWS TO WHICH THOU DIDST ON THY ALTAR MAKE OATH, THAT CHILE SHALL BE THE TOMB OF THE FREE, OR AN ASYLUM AGAINST OPPRESSION.
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The bloody fight has ceased and Yesterday’s invader is now a brother. Of three centuries we wash the affront, Fighting on the field of honor. He that was yesterday called slave Is seen at last free and triumphant,-- Liberty is the inheritance of the brave, Victory humbles herself at his feet.
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Lift, O Chile, thy stainless brow, For thou didst win thy name in battle; The sons of the Cid did ever find thee Noble, constant, true and brave. Let thy children tranquilly crown Industry, peace and the arts, And sing hymns of victory To terrify the audacious despot.
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Your names, valiant soldiers, Who have been Chile’s support, Shall be engraved on our hearts And on those of our children as well. Let them be the war cry of death On our march to the battle, And out of the mouth of the strong, May they ever make the tyrant tremble.
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Should the foreigners’ cannon Dare to invade our lands, Let us draw the sword at once, And know how to conquer or die. With the blood of the Araucanian We have inherited our valor; The sword shall not tremble in the hand That defends the honor of Chile.
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Pure, O Chile, is thy azure sky, Purest breezes do cross thee as well, And thy flower-embroidered fields Are the happy copy of Eden. Majestic are the snow-covered mountains, Given by God for thy bulwark, And the ocean that washes thy shores Is a promise of thy future splendor.
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Those graces, O Chile, those flowers Which carpet thy fruitful soil, Let them never be trod by invaders, But sheltered by the shadow of peace. Our hearts shall be thy walls,-- With thy name we shall know how to win, Or thy noble and glorious standard Shall see us fall fighting.
Transcriber’s Notes
A few minor errors in punctuation were fixed.
Page 65: “Vina del Mar” changed to “Viña del Mar”
Page 69: “Don Fedrico” changed to “Don Federico”
Page 117: “in Uraguay” changed to “in Uruguay”
Page 127 & 128: “alemos” changed to “alamos”