Америкăри Пĕрлешӳллĕ Штатсен гимнĕ: версисем пӗр-пӗринчен уйрӑлса тӑни

'''The Star-Spangled Banner'''(''Çăлтарпа илемлетнĕ ялав''), - [[Америкăри Пĕрлешӳллĕ Штатсем| Америкăри Пĕрлешӳллĕ Штатсен]] патшалăх гимнĕ.

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, <br />

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, <br />

O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? <br />

And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air, <br />

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; <br />

O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave <br />

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? <br />

On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep, <br />

What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, <br />

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? <br />

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam, <br />

In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream <br />

’Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh! long may it wave <br />

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave! <br />

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore <br />

That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion <br />

A home and a country should leave us no more? <br />

Their blood has washed out their foul footstep’s pollution. <br />

No refuge could save the hireling and slave <br />

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave <br />

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. <br />

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand <br />

Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation, <br />

Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n-rescued land <br />

Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserved us a nation! <br />

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, <br />

And this be our motto—“In God is our trust.” <br />

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave <br />