1. I return the young jar of my passion at sunset
Though my high ambitions cannot polish it

2. And a youth full of splendor that still lacks luster
From mankind that waters every barren land that arrived

3. With the graces of the Lord of the Throne from every prophecy
That impedes its harm, everything past and present

4. The sword and shedding blood are but metaphors
For the heart, the crown of religion, Lord of nobility

5. The young man of valor, his might is for victory
And help, and his money for the needy