GALICIAN LYRICS

¿Que din os rumorosos
na costa verdescente
ó raio transparente
do prácido luar?
¿Que din as altas copas
de escuro arume arpado
co seu ben compasado
monótono fungar?

--"Do teu verdor cinguido
e de benignos astros
confín dos verdes castros
e valeroso chan,
non dés a esquecemento
da inxúria o rudo encono;
esperta do teu sono
fogar de Breogán.

"Os bós e xenerosos
a nosa voz entenden,
e con arroubo atenden
o noso rouco son,
máis só os iñorantes,
e féridos e duros,
imbéciles e escuros
non os entenden, non.

"Os tempos son chegados
dos bardos das idades,
que as vosas vaguedades
cumprido fin terán;
pois onde qúer, xigante
a nosa voz pregoa
a redenzón da boa
Nazón de Breogán".


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ENGLISH TRANSLATION 

What do the murmuring say
in the greenish coast
to the transparent beam
of the placid moonplace?

What do the high
dark pine needle jagged tops say
with its well compased
measured grumble?

"With your girdled greenness
and with benign stars
limit of the green castroes
and courageous land,
don't give to oblivion
of outrage the hard effort;
wake up from your dream
home of Breogán.

"The good and generous
our voice understand,
and with determination they attend
our harsh sound,
but only the ignoramus,
and wounded and hard,
idiot and dark
don't understand us, they do not.

"The times are arrived
of Age Bards,
that your indeterminacies
end they will put down;
because where it wants, giant
our voice proclaims
the redention of the good
Nation of Breogán".