1. How many nights we spent, and how many a river
In the forum, between publishing and importing

2. They are the brigades seen in our writing
Among their scent like a bird and a passerby

3. Or their calmness extending to the towering peaks
The convoy moves by it, or the guide sings by it

4. You inspired it like walls that revive feelings through it
From what provoked you of its apparent sensation

5. They all wandered but not all were poetry
For they swarm from one valley to another

6. But it is poetry, rhythmic or prose
What value would its pearls have without you, its guiding sea

7. And people awakened by events descend from it
After a long slumber by your resounding voice