1. The days of youth, what are youth's days?
Youth departed, farewell O cradle.

2. This is yesterday's child in you, so
After you, what remains for him but distance?

3. Time has reversed his state,
So his heart is not an unfathomed sea.

4. He weeps over vacant years,
O cradle! In it and their dreams are gone.

5. Melancholy dissolves him for a homeland
Whose brightness of life misery has erased.

6. A homeland whose green places luxuriance has dwelt,
For pioneers and the rose's scent is spoiled.

7. And disgrace walked on its flanks
Staggering, so glory falls prostrate.

8. Its food and drink are promise,
Woe to a living one whose food is promise.

9. O cradle, of what use are memories?
There is no returning India or evening conversation.

10. Our past and present are opposites,
And opposites show the excellence of their opposites.

11. What have I to do with memories? For I have folded
Those adventures and their time has passed away.

12. But it suffices to grieve for the generous, and if
The generous among us were few when counted.

13. This is an abode which has gathered their group,
A unique knot, excellent is the knot!

14. They are the lofty ones, were it not for their nobility
Manliness and dew would have been folded up and buried.

15. O cradle, it suffices you that the best of them
Were nurtured in your embrace, O cradle!

16. Honor! For you have not nurtured other than a youth
Firm when faced with calamity, his determination like iron.

17. Who loves the precious homeland and does not
Tire before the majestic, his effort fails not.

18. Ask the émigré about his virtues-
From the world for you rises praise.

19. O meadow of events, you have not ceased
To water your branches that yield before being cut.

20. Upon you ever God's eye is wakeful
And the caprice of fate is turned back.