We present this work in honor of the 200th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

South Americans,
look and look
of the sweet homeland
the happy dawn.

The whole of America
is moved at last,
and their dear children
calls to the fight,

to the tremendous fight
that will destroy
how many tyrants
They dare to oppress her.

Of glory the genius
manly ardor
infuse into the breasts; fifteen
feel the strength of him.

If the impious despot
vile attack
your freedom,
to the point you come.

Spain was captured
of the subtle Gaul,
because to tyrants
he gave up his neck.

If there is perfidy
lost a thousand people,
sacred freedom,
and union reign here.

The homeland in chains
don’t moan again,
to your aid everyone
the sword girded.

The father to his children
can now say:
enjoy rights
that I didn’t know.

From homeland to dinner
flying come,
that the sun presides over you
at its highest zenith.

Beautiful Argentines,
of gentle grace,
they weave you crowns
of rose and jasmine.

South Americans,
look and look
of the sweet homeland
the happy dawn.