He goes out, crazy of joy,
With his load, on his way to the city, ay, to the city.
He carries in his thoughts
A world full of happiness, yes, of happiness.
He thinks of fixing the situation
At home, that’s all he wants, yeah.
And happy, the little jibaro goes, thinking thus,
Saying thus, singing thus on his way:
"If I sell my load, my dear God,
I’ll buy a suit for my little old woman".
And even his mare goes
Joyously
Sensing his song
Is like a hymn of joy.
Then, daylight surprises him
And they arrive to the city market.
He spends the whole morning
With no one willing
To buy his lot, ay, to buy his lot
All, all is deserted
The town is dying, its needs unmet, ay, unmet
A lament can be heard all over
In my unfortunate Boriquen, yes
And sadden, the little jibaro goes
Thinking thus, saying thus, crying thus on the way
"What shall be of Boriquen, my dear God?
What shall be of my children and my home?"
Boriquen, land of Eden
That, in his song, the great Gautier called the "Pearl of the Seas"
Now that you are dying with your sorrows
Let me too sing to you.