Amor Americano

Come with me, love America
Kiss with me the secret stones
The torrential silver of the Urubamba
It makes the pollen fly to its yellow cup

The emptiness of the creeper flies
The stony silver, the hard garland
On the silence of the mountain drawer

Love, love, until the abrupt night
From the sonorous Andean flint
Towards the dawn of red knees
Behold the blind son of the snow

Oh, Wilkamayu of sonorous threads
When you break your linear thunders
In white foam, like wounded snow
When your cliff gale
Sings and punishes awakened to heaven
What language do you bring to your ear just now?
Uprooted from your Andean foam?

Love, love, don't touch the border
Nor worship the submerged head
Let time fulfill its stature
In his hall of broken springs
And between the swift water and the walls
Collects the air from the gorge
The parallel sheets of the wind
The blind channel of the mountain ranges
The harsh greeting of the dew
And it rises, flower to flower, through the thicket
Stepping on the snake that fell down

Come to my own being, my dawn
To the crowned solitudes
The dead kingdom still lives