Hino Galego

What do the noisy
on the green coast
at the transparent ray
of the serene moon?

What do the tall treetops
of dark, tangled foliage
with their well-paced
monotonous snoring?

Surrounded by your greenery
and by kind stars
border of the green hillforts
and brave land,
do not forget
the injury's loud resentment;
awaken from your slumber
hearth of Breogán.