Yo Soy Un Hombre Sincero

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
And before I die I want
To cast my verses from the soul

I come from all places
And towards all places I go
I am art among the arts
And in the mountains, I am a mountain

Hidden in my brave chest
The sorrow that wounds it
The son of a slave town
Lives for it, stays silent, and dies

I have seen the wounded eagle
Fly to the serene blue
And die in its lair
The viper of venom

I trembled once, at the gate
Of the vineyard
When the barbaric bee
Stung my girl's forehead

I once rejoiced so much
That I rejoiced like never before, when
The sentence of my death
Was read by the warden crying

Look at me, mother, and do not cry for your love
If a slave to my age and my doctrines
I filled your martyr heart with thorns
Think that flowers are born among thorns

I forged a verse
Where the light grows
And may America and the worthy man be!