Portugaliya davlat madhiyasi

I
Heróis do mar, nobre povo,
Nação valente, imortal,
Levantai hoje de novo
O esplendor de Portugal!
Entre as brumas da memória,
Ó Pátria, sente-se a voz
Dos teus egrégios avós,
Que há-de guiar-te à vitória!


Às armas, às armas!
Sobre a terra, sobre o mar,
Às armas, às armas!
Pela Pátria lutar!
Contra os canhões marchar, marchar!

II
Desfralda a invicta Bandeira,
À luz viva do teu céu!
Brade a Europa à terra inteira:
Portugal não pereceu
Beija o solo teu jucundo
O Oceano, a rugir d’amor,
E teu braço vencedor
Deu mundos novos ao Mundo!



III
Saudai o Sol que desponta
Sobre um ridente porvir;
Seja o eco de uma afronta
O sinal do ressurgir.
Raios dessa aurora forte
São como beijos de mãe,
Que nos guardam, nos sustêm,
Contra as injúrias da sorte.

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[e.ˈɾɔjʒ‿du maɾ ˈnɔ.βɾɨ ˈpo.vu]
[nɐ.ˈsɐ̃w̃ vɐ.ˈɫẽt(ɨ) i.muɾ.ˈtaɫ]
[ɫɨ.vɐ̃.ˈtaj ˈo.ʒɨ dɨ ˈno.vu]
[u‿(ɨ)ʃ.pɫẽ.ˈdoɾ dɨ puɾ.tu.ˈɣaɫ]
[ˈẽ.tɾ(i)‿ɐʒ‿ˈbɾu.mɐʒ‿dɐ mɨ.ˈmɔ.ɾjɐ]
[ɔ ˈpa.tɾjɐ ˈsẽ.tɨ si‿ɐ vɔʃ]
[duʃ tewz‿i.ˈɡrɛ.ʒjuz‿ɐ.ˈvɔʃ]
[ki‿ˈa.ðɨ ɡi.ˈaɾ.t(i)‿a vi.ˈtɔ.ɾjɐ]

[ˈko.ɾu]
[az‿ˈaɾ.mɐʃ az‿ˈaɾ.mɐʃ]
[ˈso.bɾ(ɨ)‿ɐ ˈtɛ.ʁɐ ˈso.bɾɨ‿u maɾ]
[az‿ˈaɾ.mɐʃ az‿ˈaɾ.mɐʃ]
[ˈpe.ɫɐ ˈpa.tɾjɐ ɫu.ˈtaɾ]
[ˈkõ.tɾɐ‿uʃ kɐ.ˈɲõj̃ʒ‿mɐɾ.ˈʃaɾ mɐɾ.ˈʃaɾ]

2
[dɨʃ.ˈfɾaɫ.d‿ɐ‿ĩ.ˈvik.tɐ bɐ̃.ˈdɐj.ɾɐ]
[a luʒ‿ˈvi.vɐ du tew sɛw]
[ˈbɾa.d‿ɐ‿ew.ˈɾɔ.pɐ‿a ˈtɛ.ʁɐ‿ĩ.ˈtɐj.ɾɐ]
[puɾ.tu.ˈɣaɫ nɐ̃w̃ pɨ.ɾɨ.ˈsew]
[ˈbɐj.ʒɐ‿u ˈsɔ.ɫu tew ʒu.ˈkũ.du]
[u‿ɔ.ˈsjɐ.nu‿ɐ ʁu.ˈʒiɾ d(i)‿ɐ.ˈmoɾ]
[i tew ˈbɾa.su vẽ.sɨ.ˈðoɾ]
[dew ˈmũ.duʒ‿ˈnɔ.vuz‿aw ˈmũ.du]

[ˈko.ɾu]

3
[saw.ˈðaj u sɔɫ kɨ dɨʃ.ˈpõ.tɐ]
[ˈso.bɾi‿ũ ʁi.ˈðẽ.tɨ puɾ.ˈviɾ]
[ˈsɐ(j).ʒɐ‿u ˈɛ.ku di‿ˈu.mɐ‿ɐ.ˈfɾõ.tɐ]
[u si.ˈnaɫ du ʁɨ.suɾ.ˈʒiɾ]
[ˈʁaj.uʒ‿ˈdɛ.sɐ‿aw.ˈɾɔ.ɾɐ ˈfɔɾ.tɨ]
[sɐ̃w̃ ˈko.mu ˈbɐj.ʒuʒ‿dɨ mɐ̃j̃]
[kɨ nuʒ‿ˈɡwaɾ.ðɐ̃w̃ nu(ʃ)‿suʃ.ˈtɐ̃j]
[ˈkõ.tɾ‿ɐz‿ĩ.ˈʒu.ɾjɐʒ‿dɐ ˈsɔɾ.tɨ]

I
Heroes of the sea, noble people,
Brave, immortal nation,
Raise once again today
The splendor of Portugal!
Among the mist of memory,
Oh Fatherland, one feels the voice
Of your distinguished forefathers,
That shall lead you on to victory!


To arms, to arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, to arms!
For the Fatherland, fight!
Against the cannons, march on, march on!

II
Hoist the undefeated flag,
In the lively light of your sky!
May Europe cry out to the whole Earth:
Portugal has not perished
Kiss your merry ground
The ocean, roaring with love,
And your victorious arm
Gave new worlds to the world!



III
Salute the Sun that rises
Over a gleeful future;
Let the echo of an offense
Be the sign for a comeback.
Rays of this strong dawn
Are like a mother’s kisses,
That keep us, sustain us,
Against the injuries of fate.