Flor Santiagueña (o Mi Flor Santiagueña)

Brunette of my love
Santiagueña mistol flower
over your long hair
the night slept.

The mother next to the sun
morning star
your eyes keep the magic
of the dawn.

The wind stole the honey from your kisses for the orange grove
little woman the color of the earth, voice of vidala,
your songs owe the siestas to the lechiguanas
like the coyuyo singing in the carob grove.

Beautiful santiagueña
September of my heart
all the summer heat
remains in your blood.

Cotton skirt
barefoot in the sandy ground
giving shade to your shadow
I have seen you dance.