Tanta Tormenta

In the sea so much storm, so much harm
So many times death perceived
On earth so much war, so much deceit
So much tedious need
Where can a weak human take refuge?
Where will the short life be safe?
May this serene sky not arm itself
Against a creature of the earth so small

I always thought, O powerful Father
That for the things I loved from my heart
You would be gentle, kind, and loving
Although something contrary weighed on them
But since I see you angry against me
Without me deserving it, nor making mistakes
Let it be as Bacchus determines
I will accept, in the end, that I was foolish

This people, who are mine, for whom I shed
The tears that I see falling in vain
How many evils I bring upon them because I love them
While you are so much against my desire
For them, praying to you, I cry and shout
And against my (said) fate, I finally fight
Now, if because I love them, they are mistreated
If I wish them ill, they will be preserved

The Lusitanian customs, considering things
Will show new worlds to the world