Perhaps the best-known triumphal march: from the the second act of Giuseppe Verdi’s 1871 grand opera, Aida (sometimes spelled Aïda). This great opera was commissioned by and first performed at Cairo’s Khedivial Opera House (which was built on the orders of the Khedive Ismail to celebrate the opening of the Suez Canal) on 24 December 1871; Giovanni Bottesini conducted after Verdi himself withdrew.

The Triumfmarch is in the second act, where Radamès, Captain of the Guard leads the Egyptian army on its return following their victory over the Ethiopians.

The video below was recorded at the Metropolitan Opera House, 1989.

Here the full version of Verdi’s Aida at the San Francisco Opera (starring Luciano Pavarotti). A magnificent spectacle of stars, scenery and choreography, this version of Verdi’s Aïda is remastered from Sam Wanamaker’s landmark production. It features monumental performances by Luciano Pavarotti as Radames and Margaret Price in the title role. The tensions which arise from Radames’ love for Aida, a slave who is the daughter of the Ethiopian chieftain, Amonasro, and the jealousy this provokes in the daughter in Amneris, daughter of the Egyptian king, are portrayed in some of Verdi’s most famous music.


La marcia trionfale

Gloria all’Egitto e ad Iside
Che il sacro suol protegge;
Al Re che il Delta regge
Inni festosi alziam!
Vieni, o guerriero vindice,
Vieni a gioir con noi;
Sul passo degli eroi
I lauri e i fior versiam!

S’intrecci il loto al lauro
Sul crin dei vincitori
Nembo gentil di fiori
Stenda sull’armi un vel.
Danziam, fanciulle egizie,
Le mistiche carole,
Come d’intorno al sole
Danzano gli astri in ciel!

Della vittoria gli arbitri
Supremi il guardo ergete;
Grazie agli Dei rendete
Nel fortunato dì.

The Triumphal March

Glory to Isis and the land
By her firm arm protected!
To Egypt’s King elected,
Raise we our festive songs!
Hither advance, oh glorious band,
Mingle your joy with ours,
Green bays and fragrant flowers
Scatter their path along.

The laurel with the lotus bound
The victors’ brows enwreathing,
Let flowers, sweet perfume breathing,
Veil their grim arms from sight.
Dance, sons of Egypt, circling round,
And sing your mystic praises,
As round the sun in mazes
Dance the bright stars of night.

Unto the powers war’s issue dread
Deciding, our glances raise we
Thank we our gods, and praise we
On this triumphant day.


M. Özgür Nevres

I am Özgür Nevres, a software engineer, an ex-road racing cyclist and also an amateur musician. I opened to share my favorite music.
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