Claude MacKay |
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an unglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. |
Si hemos de morir, que no sea como cerdos |
If we must die – oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be sheed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! |
Si hemos de morir – oh, que muramos noblemente, |
Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave; And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow! |
¡Oh deudos! Debemos encontrar el enemigo común; |
What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the Wall, dying, but fighting back! |
¿Mas qué yace frente a nos en la tumba abierta? |