Seiva de Vida e Paz

When in the mate circles
I feel the longing gathered
Seeing the gourd extended
In a friendly and simple gesture,
In this rustic offering
I understand life better.

When you see through the countryside
The ritual of mate
Uniting boss and hand
Pray that humanity
Shares in this equality
In rustic communion.

Green sap, mate is life
Passing from hand to hand
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet,
Steeped in the heart.

If the lords of war
Drank mate by the fire
Leaving hatred behind,
Before washing the herb
The world would be at peace!