Mexicans, at the cry of war,
Prepare the steel and the bridle,
//And let the earth tremble to its core
At the resounding roar of the cannon//
May the divine archangel of peace crown your brow, O Fatherland!
For in heaven your eternal destiny,
Was written by the finger of God;
But should a foreign enemy dare
Profane your soil with his foot,
Remember, O beloved Fatherland! that heaven
//Gave you a soldier in every son.//
Mexicans, at the cry of war,
Prepare the steel and the bridle,
//And let the earth tremble to its core
At the resounding roar of the cannon//