Hino da Colômbia

Oh, unfading glory!
Oh, immortal jubilation!
In furrows of pain
The good is already germinating
The good is already germinating
Oh, unfading glory!
Oh, immortal jubilation!
In furrows of pain
The good is already germinating

The horrible night ceased
Sublime freedom
Spreads the dawns
Of its invincible light
All of humanity
That groans in chains
Understands the words
Of the one who died on the Cross

Independence! shouts
The American world
Bathes in heroes' blood
The land of Columbus
But this great principle
The king is not sovereign
Resounds, and those who suffer
Bless his passion

From the Orinoco riverbed
Fills with spoils
A river of blood and tears
Is seen running there
In Barbula, souls and eyes
Do not know
Whether to admire or be frightened
To feel or suffer

On the shores of the Caribbean
A hungry people fight
Preferring horrors
To treacherous health
Oh yes!, from Cartagena
Abnegation is great
And the rubble of death
Despises its virtue

In the fields of Boyacá
The genius of glory
With each ear of corn a hero
Undefeated crowned
Soldiers without armor
Won the victory
Their manly breath
Served as a shield

Bolívar crosses the Andes
Watered by two oceans
Swords like lightning bolts
Shine in Junín
Indomitable centaurs
Descend to the plains
And the end of the epic
Begins to be felt

The victorious horn
Thunders in Ayacucho
That with each triumph grows
Its formidable sound
In its expansive thrust
Liberty is inaugurated
From the American sky
Forming a pavilion

The virgin tears out her hair
In agony
And as a widow of her love
Hangs it from the cypress
She laments her hope
Covered by cold stone
But glorious pride
Surrounds her fair complexion

Thus the homeland is formed
Thermopylae sprouting
Constellation of Cyclops
Illuminated its night
The trembling flower
Finding mortal wind
Under the laurels
Sought security

But complete glory
Is not to win in battle
For the arm that fights
Is animated by truth
Independence alone
Does not silence the great clamor
If the sun shines on all
Justice is freedom

The rights of man
Nariño preaching
The soul of the struggle
He prophetically taught
Ricaurte in San Mateo
Flying in atoms
Duty before life
With flames he wrote