1. O Day fourteen and the tenth that follows
Tell me what you contain, O best of my days

2. You who gave birth to the first cry
With the rattle of machine guns you did protect

3. You who have become a tiresome burden
For those villains, ending my sins

4. And you have inflicted with power and sternness
All the enemies until my words were answered

5. Until my name became prominent
Among my comrades and uncles as well

6. So the glorious revolution became one
Sweeping all my shores and flags

7. 1967