اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A people stolen
Their labor ceaseless
Cruelties countless
Horrors unimaginable
Suffering in silence
Voiceless and wounded
We call on she
Marked by three scars
Tongueless one
Mighty, violent, and full of rage
Dignity denied
Children torn from mothers' arms
The unendurable have the people endured
From the forests of Quisqueya
She waits, ever vigilant
And bears witness
Searching the skies and stars
For the opportune time
Before her shrine we lay
Black sow, knives, and fire
Bois Caïman, enact the ritual
Long have our people toiled
Under hot Sun
Boundless is the master's greed
And cruelty
May he know the same violence
He has shown to us
Our sweet lady of victory
Bearing scars of triumph
The time is nigh
All ye stolen children
On stolen land
Broken and weary
Rise! Heed my call
Take up arms against the Master
Death before surrender
In blood and fury
Revolution!
From pain to power
With a fire that burns bright
Ignite! Revolution!
Libète, egalite, fratènite
An empire shakes
Under the weight of rebellion
Ignited by a mother's fire
Protects and burns
From enslaved to warriors
The broken now unbreakable
Fury! Vengeance!
