Oh eyes ,what world's mirror are you?
And what candle lights your depth?
Send us unique threads of light
to make for us a useful ladder
by which we may reach your safe harbor.
We are the frightened orphans and wanderers.
Our land is shaken,its innocence defiled.
No purity ,no love, no happiness
with which to bless the heart of our land.
We are thirsty for rain: our roots are drying up.
Our soil is barren,no longer fruitful,
covered with salt, it no longer gives us crops.
O, for a drop of your passionate spring
to bring life back to the seeds!
How healthy in spirit your vision,
as a child on whom confusion has laid no shadow!
Your vision is a world of clear skies
in which the stars always shine,
where man triumphed and so broke down
obstacles, walls, and hard limitations.
ever anticipating a new horizon,
you challenge dull confusion that
wraps up this studborn and misty world
where the bird of destruction hovers
as it carries terror and dreadful death.
Like a big, deep-rooted tree,
you overlook a studborn and clamorous world
where man is anxious and frightened,
with the light strangled in his heart,
as the joys of heart died in him.
nothing can crush maturity.
Your vision overflows with light forever;
it never diminishes:
there is triumph for man, for patience
there is triumph for man ,for patience.