Lamento Borincano

He goes crazy with joy with his cargo for the city, oh, for the city
Carrying in his thoughts a whole world full of happiness, yes, of happiness
He thinks of remedying the situation of the home that is all his illusion, yes

And the happy peasant goes thinking like this, saying so,
singing like this along the way: If I sell all my cargo, my dear God, I will buy a dress for my old lady

And his mare also goes happily sensing that his singing is like a hymn of joy
In this, the daylight surprises him
And they arrive at the city market

The whole morning passes without anyone wanting to buy his cargo, oh, to buy his cargo
Everything, everything is deserted, the town is dead from necessity, oh, from necessity

This lament is heard everywhere
In my unfortunate Borinquen, yes
And the sad peasant goes
Thinking like this, saying so,
crying like this along the way: What will become of Borinquen, my dear God?
What will become of my children and my home?

Borinquen, the land of Eden
And that when the great Gautier sang, he called the pearl of the seas
Now that you are dying with your sorrows
Let me sing to you as well