He goes crazy with happiness
With his cargo
To the city, yes,
To the city.
He carries, in his thoughts
A whole world
of happiness, yes,
Of happiness.
He intends to remedy the situation
Of the home that is all his illusion.
And cheerful, the jibarito* goes
singing like this,
Saying like this,
Laughing like this, along the way:
"If I sell the cargo,
my dear God,
A dress for my mother
I'll buy"
And cheerful, his mule goes as well
When it feels that that singing
It's all a hymn of joy.
In that moment they are surprised
By the daylight,
And they arrive at the city market.
The whole morning passes
Without anyone wanting
To buy his cargo, ay,
To buy his cargo.
Everything, everything is deserted
The village is dead
Of necessity, yes,
Of necessity.
Lamentations are heard everywhere,
From the unfortunated Borinquen*, yes.
And sad the jibarito goes
singing like this,
Crying like this,
Saying like this, along the way:
"What will be of Borinquen,
My dear God.
What will be of my children
And my home".
Borinquen, the land of Eden
Which when the great Gautier* sang
He called "the pearl of the seas",
Now that you die
With your sorrow,
Let me sing you
Me too.