| In neither souls nor eyes, know whether admiration to feel or fear to suffer | La humanidad entera, que entre cadenas gime, comprende las palabras del que |
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| ", grita el mundo americano | But it's not complete glory to defeat in battle, the arm that fights is encouraged by truth |
Pour la patrie en marche• On the shores of the , a famished people fight, preferring horror to fickle health.
| X X Mas no es completa gloria vencer en la batalla, que el brazo que combate lo anima la verdad | Debout femmes, jeunes et vieux• VII VII La trompa victoriosa en Ayacucho truena, que en cada triunfo crece su formidable son |
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| Regretting her hope covered by a cold headstone, but glorious pride hallows her fair skin | The victorious trumpet in loudly thunders, as in every triumph grows its formidable sound |
Centauros indomables descienden a los llanos, y empieza a presentirse, de la epopeya el fin.
3| The trembling flower finding the wind mortal, underneath the laurels safety sought | In its expansive thrust Liberty is first felt, from the American sky forming a pavilion |
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| The 's bed Is heaped with plunder, Of blood and tears A river is seen to flow | Indomitable centaurs descend to the plains, and a premonition begins to be felt, of the epic's end |
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