Editing Himno Nacional Mexicano (section)

== Lyrics ==
=== Current lyrics ===
Since 1943, the full national anthem officially consists of the chorus and the first, fifth, sixth, and tenth stanzas (with the chorus interspersed between each stanza and performed again at the end). The modification of the lyrics was ordered by President [[Manuel Ávila Camacho]] in a decree printed in the [[Diario Oficial de la Federación]].<ref>Administration of Ernesto Zedillo [http://zedilloworld.presidencia.gob.mx/PAGES/culture/note_insignia.html National Symbols of Mexico] {{webarchive|url=https://web.archive.org/web/20060425011818/http://zedilloworld.presidencia.gob.mx/PAGES/culture/note_insignia.html |date=2006-04-25 }}. Retrieved March 15, 2006.</ref>

When the national anthem is played at sporting events such as the [[Olympic Games]] and the [[FIFA World Cup]], an abridged form (chorus, stanza I, chorus) is used. An unofficial semi-abridged form (chorus, stanza I, chorus, stanza X, chorus) has gained some acceptance in television and radio programming.

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!Spanish original<ref>{{Cite web|title=Gaceta del Senado|url=https://www.senado.gob.mx/64/gaceta_comision_permanente/documento/96779|access-date=2022-02-07|website=[[Senate of the Republic (Mexico)|Senado de la República]]|language=es}}</ref>
![[International Phonetic Alphabet|IPA]] transcription{{efn|See [[Help:IPA/Spanish]], [[Spanish phonology]] and [[Mexican Spanish]].}}
!English translation
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|<poem>{{lang|es|italic=no|{{small|'''Coro:'''}}
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón,
𝄆 Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón. 𝄇

Ciña ¡Oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
de la paz el arcángel divino,
que en el cielo tu eterno destino
por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo,
piensa ¡oh Patria querida! que el cielo
𝄆 un soldado en cada hijo te dio. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

¡Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
de la patria manchar los blasones!
¡Guerra, guerra! los patrios pendones
en las olas de sangre empapad.
¡Guerra, guerra! en el monte, en el valle,
los cañones horrísonos truenen,
y los ecos sonoros resuenen
𝄆 con las voces de ¡Unión! ¡Libertad!. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Antes, Patria, que inermes tus hijos
bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
se derrumben con hórrido estruendo,
y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
𝄆 de mil héroes la patria aquí fue. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

¡Patria! ¡Patria! tus hijos te juran
exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
si el clarín con su bélico acento
los convoca a lidiar con valor.
¡Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
¡Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
¡Un laurel para ti de victoria!
𝄆 ¡Un sepulcro para ellos de honor! 𝄇}}

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}</poem>
|<poem>{{IPA|wrap=none|{{small|'''[ˈko.ɾo]'''}}
[me.xi.ˈka.nos al ˈgɾi.to‿ðe‿ˈɣe.ra]
[el a.ˈse.ɾo‿a.pɾes.ˈtað j‿el‿βɾi.ˈðon {{!}}]
𝄆 [i re.ˈtjem.bl(e)‿en sus ˈsen.tɾoz‿la ˈtje.ra]
[al so.ˈno.ɾo ru.ˈxiɾ‿ðel ka.ˈɲon ‖] 𝄇
 
[ˈsi.ɲa‿o ˈpa.tɾja tus ˈsje.nez‿ðe‿o.ˈli.βa]
[de la pas el aɾ.ˈkaŋ.xel di.ˈβi.no {{!}}]
[k(e)‿en el ˈsje.lo tu‿e.ˈteɾ.no‿ðes.ˈti.no]
[poɾ el ˈde.ðo‿ðe‿ðjos s(e)‿es.kɾi.ˈβjo ‖]
[mas si‿o.ˈsa.ɾe‿un eks.ˈtɾa.ɲo‿e.ne.ˈmi.ɣo]
[pɾo.fa.ˈnaɾ kon su ˈplan.ta tu ˈswe.lo {{!}}]
[ˈpjen.sa‿o ˈpa.tɾja ke.ˈɾi.ða k(e)‿el ˈsje.lo]
𝄆 [un sol.ˈda.ðo‿eŋ‿ˈka.ða ˈi.xo te‿ðjo ‖] 𝄇

{{small|'''''[ˈko.ɾo]'''''}}

[ˈge.ra‿ˈɣe.ra sin ˈtɾeɣ.w(a)‿al ke‿in.ˈten.te]
[de la ˈpa.tɾja man.ˈt͡ʃaɾ loz‿βla.ˈso.nes {{!}}]
[ˈge.ra‿ˈɣe.ra los ˈpa.tɾjos pen.ˈdo.nes]
[en las o.laz‿ðe ˈsaŋ.gɾ(e)‿em.pa.ˈpað ‖]
[ˈge.ra‿ˈɣe.ra‿en el ˈmon.t(e)‿en el‿βa.ʝe]
[los ka.ˈɲo.nes o.ˈri.so.nos ˈtɾwe.nen {{!}}]
[i los ˈe.kos so.ˈno.ɾoz‿re.ˈswe.nen]
𝄆 [kon laz‿ˈβo.sez‿ðe‿un.ˈjon li.βeɾ.ˈtað ‖] 𝄇

{{small|'''''[ˈko.ɾo]'''''}}

[ˈan.tes ˈpa.tɾja ke‿in.ˈeɾ.mes tus ˈi.xos]
[ˈba.xo‿el ˈɟʝu.ɣo su ˈkwe.ʝo‿ðo.ˈβle.ɣen {{!}}]
[tus kam.ˈpi.ɲas kon ˈsaŋ.gɾe se ˈrje.ɣen]
[ˈso.βɾe ˈsaŋ.gɾe s(e)‿es.ˈtam.pe su pje ‖]
[i tus ˈtem.plos pa.ˈla.sjos i ˈto.res]
[se‿ðe.ˈrum.ben kon ˈo.ri.ðo(‿)es.ˈtɾwen.do {{!}}]
[i suz‿ˈrwi.nas eɣ.ˈsis.tan di.ˈsjen.do]
𝄆 [de mil ˈe.ɾo.ez‿la ˈpa.tɾj(a)‿a.ˈki fwe ‖] 𝄇

{{small|'''''[ˈko.ɾo]'''''}}

[ˈpa.tɾja ˈpa.tɾja tus ˈi.xos te ˈxu.ɾan]
[ek.sa.ˈlaɾ en tus ˈa.ɾas su‿a.ˈljen.to {{!}}]
[si‿el kla.ˈɾin kon su‿ˈβe.li.ko‿a.ˈsen.to]
[los kom.ˈbo.k(a)‿a li.ˈðjaɾ kon ba.ˈloɾ ‖]
[ˈpa.ɾa ti laz‿ɣiɾ.ˈnal.daz‿ðe‿o.ˈli.βa]
[un re.ˈkweɾ.ðo ˈpa.ɾa(‿)ˈe.ʝoz‿ðe‿ˈɣlo.ɾja {{!}}]
[un lau.ˈɾel ˈpa.ɾa ti‿ðe‿βik.ˈto.ɾja]
𝄆 [un se.ˈpul.kɾo ˈpa.ɾa ˈe.ʝoz‿ðe‿o.ˈnoɾ ‖] 𝄇}}

{{small|'''''[ˈko.ɾo]'''''}}</poem>
|<poem>{{small|'''Chorus:'''}}
Mexicans, at the cry of war,
assemble the steel and the bridle,
𝄆 and may the Earth tremble to its core
to the resounding roar of the cannon. 𝄇

Encircle, O Fatherland!, thy temples with olives
peace by the divine archangel,
for in heaven thine eternal destiny
by the finger of God it was written.
If, however, a foreign foe would dare
to profane Thy ground with their sole,
think, O beloved Fatherland!, that Heaven
𝄆 hath given a soldier in every son. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

War, war! with no mercy to any who shall try
to tarnish the coats of arms of the Fatherland!
War, war! The national banners
Shall be drenched in the waves of blood.
War, war! On the mountain, in the valley,
The cannons thunder in horrid unison
and the sonorous echoes resound
𝄆 with bellows of Union! Liberty! 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

O Fatherland, if however thy children, defenseless
With their necks bent beneath the yoke,
May thy fields be watered with blood,
May their footsteps be printed with blood.
And thy temples, palaces and towers
Shall collapse with horrid clamor,
And thy ruins continue on, whispering:
𝄆 Of one thousand heroes, the Fatherland once was. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

Fatherland! Fatherland! Thy children assure
to breathe until their last for thy sake,
if the bugle with its bellicose accent
calleth them together to battle with courage.
For thee, the olive wreaths!
For them, a reminder of glory!
For thee, a laurel of victory!
𝄆 For them, a tomb of honor! 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}</poem>
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=== Original lyrics ===
The following is the original and complete version of the anthem as it became known in 1853.

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!Spanish original<ref>{{Cite web|title=Himno Nacional|url=https://www.aguascalientes.gob.mx/segob/desarrollocivico/himno.aspx|access-date=2022-02-07|website=Gobierno del Estado de [[Aguascalientes]]|archive-date=2022-08-05|archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20220805131405/https://www.aguascalientes.gob.mx/segob/desarrollocivico/himno.aspx|url-status=dead}}</ref><ref>{{Cite magazine|last=Nunó|first=Francisco González Bocanegra y Jaime|date=2004-01-01|title=Letra completa del Himno Nacional Mexicano|url=https://revistas-colaboracion.juridicas.unam.mx/index.php/derecho-cultura/article/view/7439/6705|access-date=2022-02-07|archive-url=https://web.archive.org/web/20191113005426/https://revistas-colaboracion.juridicas.unam.mx/index.php/derecho-cultura/article/view/7439/6705|archive-date=2019-11-13|website=Derecho y Cultura|volume=1|issue=13}}</ref>
!English translation
|- style="vertical-align:top; white-space:nowrap;"
|<poem>{{lang|es|italic=no|{{small|'''Coro:'''}}
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón,
𝄆 Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón. 𝄇

Ciña ¡Oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
de la paz el arcángel divino,
que en el cielo tu eterno destino
por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo,
piensa ¡oh Patria querida! que el cielo
𝄆 un soldado en cada hijo te dio. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

En sangrientos combates los viste
por tu amor palpitando sus senos,
arrostrar la metralla serenos,
y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
Si el recuerdo de antiguas hazañas
de tus hijos inflama la mente,
los laureles del triunfo, tu frente,
𝄆 volverán inmortales a ornar. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Como al golpe del rayo la encina,
se derrumba hasta el hondo torrente
la discordia vencida, impotente,
a los pies del arcángel cayó.
Ya no más, de tus hijos la sangre,
se derrame en contienda de hermanos;
sólo encuentre el acero en sus manos
𝄆 quien tu nombre sagrado insultó. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Del guerrero inmortal de Zempoala
te defiende la espada terrible,
y sostiene su brazo invencible
tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Él será del feliz mexicano
en la paz y en la guerra el caudillo.
porque él supo sus armas de brillo
𝄆 circundar en los campos de honor. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

¡Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
de la patria manchar los blasones!
¡Guerra, guerra! los patrios pendones
en las olas de sangre empapad.
¡Guerra, guerra! en el monte, en el valle,
los cañones horrísonos truenen,
y los ecos sonoros resuenen
𝄆 con las voces de ¡Unión! ¡Libertad! 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Antes, Patria, que inermes tus hijos
bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
se derrumben con hórrido estruendo,
y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
𝄆 de mil héroes la patria aquí fue. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Si a la lid contra hueste enemiga
nos convoca la trompa guerrera,
de Iturbide la sacra bandera
¡Mexicanos! valientes seguid.
Y a los fieros{{efn|Sometimes written {{lang|es|fieles}} ("faithful").<ref>{{Cite book|last1=González Bocanegra|first1=Francisco|url=https://books.google.com/books?id=dZPnzc4BVHUC&pg=PA272|title=Francisco González Bocanegra: vida y obra|last2=Peñalosa|first2=Joaquín Antonio|date=1998|publisher=UASLP|isbn=978-968-7674-29-2|language=es|page=272}}</ref><ref>{{Cite book|last=Alvear Acevedo|first=Carlos|url=https://books.google.com/books?id=jblkAAAAMAAJ&q=%22Y+a+los+fieles+bridones+les+sirvan%22|title=Historia de Mexico: épocas precortesiana, colonial e independiento|date=1964|publisher=Editorial Jus|language=es|page=253}}</ref>}} bridones les sirvan
las vencidas enseñas de alfombra;
los laureles del triunfo den sombra
𝄆 a la frente del bravo adalid. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Vuelva altivo a los patrios hogares
el guerrero a cantar su victoria,
ostentando las palmas de gloria
que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Tornaránse sus lauros sangrientos
en guirnaldas de mirtos y rosas,
que el amor de las hijas y esposas
𝄆 también sabe a los bravos premiar. 𝄇

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

Y el que al golpe de ardiente metralla,
de la Patria en las aras sucumba,
obtendrá en recompensa una tumba
donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Y, de Iguala, la enseña querida
a su espada sangrienta enlazada,
de laurel inmortal coronada,
𝄆 formará de su fosa la cruz. 𝄇{{efn|Sometimes written {{lang|es|formará de su fosa una cruz}} ("will form a cross from his grave").<ref>{{Cite book|url=https://books.google.com/books?id=fmodAQAAMAAJ&q=%22formar%C3%A1+de+su+fosa+una+cruz%22|title=Presencia de las corresponsalías|date=1972|publisher=Ediciones del Seminario de Cultura Mexicana|language=es|page=105}}</ref><ref>{{Cite book|last=López Alaniz|first=Fernando|url=https://books.google.com/books?id=2NVVAAAAMAAJ&q=%22formar%C3%A1+de+su+fosa+una+cruz%22|title=Un poco de historia|date=1986|publisher=SEP/Michoacán|language=es|page=27}}</ref>}}

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}

¡Patria! ¡Patria! tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clarín con su bélico acento
los convoca a lidiar con valor.
¡Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
¡Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
¡Un laurel para ti de victoria!
𝄆 ¡Un sepulcro para ellos de honor! 𝄇}}

{{yesitalic|{{small|'''Coro'''}}}}</poem>
|<poem>{{small|'''Chorus:'''}}
Mexicans, at the cry of war,
assemble the steel and the bridle,
𝄆 and may the Earth tremble to its core
to the resounding roar of the cannon. 𝄇

Encircle, O Fatherland!, thy temples with olives
the divine archangel of Peace,
for in heaven thine eternal destiny
was written by the finger of God.
If, however, a foreign foe would dare
to profane Thy ground with their sole,
think, O beloved Fatherland!, that Heaven
𝄆 hath given a soldier in every son. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

In bloody battles thou sawest them,
their chests palpitating for thy love,
face the shrapnel calm,
and seek death or glory.
If the memory of ancient deeds
of thy children inflameth the mind,
the laurels of triumph, thy forehead
𝄆 they will return immortal to adorn. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

Like the holm oak struck by lightning,
to the deep torrent collapseth
discord, defeated, impotent,
it fell to the feet of the archangel.
No more, the blood of thy children,
spilleth in fight of brothers;
just find the steel in his hands
𝄆 whoever insulted thy sacred name. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

Of the immortal warrior of [[Cempoala|Zempoala]]
the terrible sword defendeth thee,
and its invincible arm upholdeth
thy sacred tricolor banner.
He will be, of the happy Mexican,
the caudillo in peace and in war.
because he knew how, his guns of brilliance,
𝄆 to surround in the fields of honor. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

War, war! with no mercy to any who shall try
to tarnish the coats of arms of the Fatherland!
War, war! The national banners
Shall be drenched in the waves of blood.
War, war! On the mountain, in the valley,
The cannons thunder in horrid unison
and the sonorous echoes resound
𝄆 with bellows of Union! Liberty! 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

O Fatherland, if however thy children, defenseless
With their necks bent beneath the yoke,
May thy fields be watered with blood,
May their footsteps be printed with blood.
And thy temples, palaces and towers
Shall collapse with horrid clamor,
And thy ruins continue on, whispering:
𝄆 Of one thousand heroes, the Fatherland once was. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

If to the fight against enemy host,
the war horn summoneth us,
the sacred flag of [[Agustín de Iturbide|Iturbide]],
Mexicans! brave, keep going.
And to the fierce [[Double bridle|bridoons]], let serve them
the defeated ensigns as a carpet;
the laurels of triumph give shade
𝄆 to the forehead of the brave commander. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

To the patriotic homes returneth proud
the warrior to sing his victory,
showing off the palms of glory
that he knew how to conquer in the fight.
Their bloody laurels will turn
into garlands of myrtles and roses,
since the love of daughters and wives
𝄆 also knoweth how to reward the brave. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

And he who, to the blow of burning shrapnel,
succumbeth in the altars of the fatherland,
will obtain in reward a tomb
where the light of glory shineth.
And, [[Plan of Iguala#Three Guarantees|of Iguala, the dear ensign]]
linked to his bloody sword,
crowned with an immortal laurel,
𝄆 will form the cross from his grave. 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}

Fatherland! Fatherland! Thy children assure
to breathe until their last for thy sake,
if the bugle with its bellicose accent
calleth them together to battle with courage.
For thee, the olive wreaths!
For them, a reminder of glory!
For thee, a laurel of victory!
𝄆 For them, a tomb of honor! 𝄇

{{small|'''''Chorus'''''}}</poem>
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