Hymn Centroamericano
By: Rafael Arévalo Martínez
I
Give the wind the soft ears
shaking their golden spears
give the wind the harvests in chorus
the song of work and peace.
And that you put together friendly hands
And one, oh country!, your five nations
Be a flagship in your new legions
The fruitful oblivion no more
CORO
Sound the sweet word of brother,
Beat the air a standard of union,
Five fingers forming a hand
High shake a center of honor
II
An altar to life and art;
An altar to Minerva and Ceres;
And that your women know how to weave
And let your men know how to sow.
And let the god Mars take the plow,
More than he watches tilling the land
And he be at peace, but soon to war,
To the war that imposes peace.
CORO
The god Mars who tills the earth,
Plow lap the triumphal sword;
And be at peace, but soon to war,
To the war that imposes peace.
III
You are free among free; chains
No one can dream of imposing on you,
Because the strong are free among the free,
Because he who knows how to die is free.
Crowning your arduous at least
Throw away the invincible banner air,
And the union is your firm bastion
And the fight of the law is your fight.
