The National Anthem of Guatemala was written by José Joaquín Palma (1844–1911) and composed by Rafael Álvarez Ovalle.
Below we have provided the National Anthem of Guatemala, for the students regarding educational purpose.
National Anthem of Guatemala Information:
| Lyricist | José Joaquín Palma |
| Music | Rafael Álvarez Ovalle |
| Adopted | 19 February 1896 |
| Official Language | Spanish |
Guatemala National Anthem 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!
Guatemala National Anthem in English:
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 managed, 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!