Pago Dileto

I depart on long paths my father my mother pay attention
Attend to these requests from the son of your heart
Don't sell the oxen from the cart raised with care
Don't take the things I leave stored in the old shed

Don't disturb the spring in the mountains, many little animals there
The den by the stone wall, memories of childhood
Don't cut the pine tree roots, homes of many animals
Don't cut the beautiful palm trees, place of the sabiá singer

Don't take away the green from the fields, beauty that consoles many
Don't pick the flowers from the woods, from which the perfume emanates
Don't set traps for the birds, they don't want cages
Their song brings us melodies that rhyme with the sound of the guitar

In a few times, God willing, may I return without sorrows and woes
That I may embrace my dear old parents again
That I feel my beloved homeland happy singing madrigals
That I see my world of yore with all things the same