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On November 12, 1853, President Antonio López de Santa Anna announced a competition to write a national anthem for Mexico. The competition offered a prize for the best poetic composition representing patriotic ideals. Francisco González Bocanegra, a talented poet, was not interested in participating in the competition. He argued that writing love poems involved very different skills from the ones required to write a national anthem. His fiancée, Guadalupe González del Pino (or Pili), had undaunted faith in her fiancé's poetic skills and was displeased with his constant refusal to participate in spite of her constant prodding and requests from their friends. Under false pretenses, she lured him to a secluded bedroom in her parents' house, locked him into the room, and refused to let him out until he produced an entry for the competition. Inside the room in which he was temporarily imprisoned were pictures depicting various events in Mexican history which helped to inspire his work. After four hours of fluent (albeit forced) inspiration, Francisco regained his freedom by slipping all ten verses of his creation under the door. After Francisco received approval from his fiancée and her father, he submitted the poem and won the competition by unanimous vote.[3][4] González was announced the winner in the publication Official Journal of the Federation (DOF) on February 3, 1854.
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Chorus:Mexicans, at the cry of war,assemble the steel and the bridle,? and the Earth trembles to its coreto the resounding roar of the cannon. ?IEncircle Oh Fatherland!, your temples with olivespeace by the divine archangel,for in heaven your eternal destinyby the finger of God it was written.If, however, a foreign enemy would dareto profane Your ground with their sole,think, Oh beloved Fatherland!, that Heaven? has given a soldier in every son. ?ChorusVWar, war! with no mercy to any who shall tryto tarnish the coats of arms of the Fatherland!War, war! The national bannersShall be drenched in the waves of blood.War, war! On the mountain, in the valley,The cannons thunder in horrid unisonand the sonorous echoes resound? with bellows of Union! Liberty! ?ChorusVIO, Fatherland, if however your children, defenselessWith their necks bent beneath the yoke,May your fields be watered with blood,May their footsteps be printed with blood.And your temples, palaces and towersShall collapse with horrid clamor,And your ruins continue on, whispering:? Of one thousand heroes, the Fatherland once was. ?ChorusXFatherland! Fatherland! Your children assureto breathe until their last for your sake,if the bugle with its bellicose accentcalls them together to battle with courage.For you, the olive wreaths!For them, a reminder of glory!For you, a laurel of victory!? For them, a tomb of honor! ?
Coro:Mexicanos, al grito de guerrael acero aprestad y el bridón.? Y retiemble en sus centros la Tierra,al sonoro rugir del cañón. ?ICiña Oh Patria! tus sienes de olivade la paz el arcángel divino,que en el cielo tu eterno destinopor el dedo de Dios se escribió.Mas si osare un extraño enemigoprofanar con su planta tu suelo,piensa oh Patria querida! que el cielo? un soldado en cada hijo te dio. ?CoroIIEn sangrientos combates los vistepor tu amor palpitando sus senos,arrostrar la metralla serenos,y la muerte o la gloria buscar.Si el recuerdo de antiguas hazañasde tus hijos inflama la mente,los laureles del triunfo, tu frente,? volverán inmortales a ornar. ?CoroIIIComo al golpe del rayo la encina,se derrumba hasta el hondo torrentela 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. ?CoroIVDel guerrero inmortal de Zempoalate defiende la espada terrible,y sostiene su brazo invencibletu sagrado pendón tricolor.Él será del feliz mexicanoen la paz y en la guerra el caudillo.porque él supo sus armas de brillo? circundar en los campos de honor. ?CoroVGuerra, guerra sin tregua al que intentede la patria manchar los blasones!guerra, guerra! los patrios pendonesen 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!. ?CoroVIAntes, Patria, que inermes tus hijosbajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,sobre sangre se estampe su pie.Y tus templos, palacios y torresse derrumben con hórrido estruendo,y sus ruinas existan diciendo:? de mil héroes la patria aquí fue. ?CoroVIISi a la lid contra hueste enemiganos convoca la trompa guerrera,de Iturbide la sacra banderaMexicanos! valientes seguid.Y a los fieros[b] bridones les sirvanlas vencidas enseñas de alfombra;los laureles del triunfo den sombra? a la frente del bravo adalid. ?CoroVIIIVuelva altivo a los patrios hogaresel guerrero a cantar su victoria,ostentando las palmas de gloriaque supiera en la lid conquistar.Tornaránse sus lauros sangrientosen guirnaldas de mirtos y rosas,que el amor de las hijas y esposas? también sabe a los bravos premiar. ?CoroIXY el que al golpe de ardiente metralla,de la Patria en las aras sucumba,obtendrá en recompensa una tumbadonde brille, de gloria, la luz.Y, de Iguala, la enseña queridaa su espada sangrienta enlazada,de laurel inmortal coronada,? formará de su fosa la cruz. ?[c]CoroXPatria! Patria! tus hijos te juranExhalar en tus aras su aliento,Si el clarín con su bélico acentolos 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! ?
Chorus:Mexicans, at the cry of war,assemble the steel and the bridle,? and the Earth trembles to its coreto the resounding roar of the cannon. ?IEncircle Oh Fatherland!, your temples with olivesthe divine archangel of Peace,for in heaven your eternal destinywas written by the finger of God.If, however, a foreign enemy would dareto profane Your ground with their sole,think, Oh beloved Fatherland!, that Heaven? has given a soldier in every son. ?ChorusIIIn bloody battles you saw them,their chests palpitating for your love,face the shrapnel calm,and seek death or glory.If the memory of ancient deedsof your children inflames the mind,the laurels of triumph, your forehead? they will return immortal to adorn. ?ChorusIIILike the holm oak struck by lightning,to the deep torrent collapsesdiscord, defeated, impotent,it fell to the feet of the archangel.No more, the blood of your children,spills in fight of brothers;just find the steel in his hands? whoever insulted your sacred name. ?ChorusIVOf the immortal warrior of Zempoalathe terrible sword defends you,and its invincible arm upholdsyour sacred tricolour 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 honour. ?ChorusVWar, war! with no mercy to any who shall tryto tarnish the coats of arms of the Fatherland!War, war! The national bannersShall be drenched in the waves of blood.War, war! On the mountain, in the valley,The cannons thunder in horrid unisonand the sonorous echoes resound? with bellows of Union! Liberty! ?ChorusVIO, Fatherland, if however your children, defenselessWith their necks bent beneath the yoke,May your fields be watered with blood,May their footsteps be printed with blood.And your temples, palaces and towersShall collapse with horrid clamor,And your ruins continue on, whispering:? Of one thousand heroes, the Fatherland once was. ?ChorusVIIIf to the fight against enemy host,the war horn summons us,the sacred flag of Iturbide,Mexicans, brave, keep going.And to the fierce bridoons, let serve themthe defeated ensigns as a carpet;the laurels of triumph give shade? to the forehead of the brave commander. ?ChorusVIIITo the patriotic homes returns proudthe warrior to sing his victory,showing off the palms of glorythat he knew how to conquer in the fight.<br