1. We have the sea, the wind, and the harbor,
We have the palm, and the rank when we initiate,

2. We always have the flavor of the impossible,
So tell the misguided ones to calm down,

3. We were born of the wind and the strainers,
And the river's lamp never thirsts,

4. From the horizon, a Levantine woman emerges,
When she saddles her face, they cower,

5. We have the stature of the palm tree, its chandelier,
And lightning on its chest that mocks,

6. In the pupil of the free, the speck shines,
Because its heart has extinguished the darkness,

7. And the day goes on its way,
Did the doubters hit or miss?

8. We have the lightning, the flutter, and the end,
For our goals are the most sufficient,

9. We have inscribed traces that have a principle,
Whose essence is the foulest,

10. But above them we have a cloud,
And the trait of scoundrels is to boast,

11. We have washed the gravel, but it refused,
For the soul of the hypocrite does not become pure,

12. We have above them a polish of passion,
And the youth's sword does not rust,

13. They have in passion a firm beginning,
And we in passion have a beginning,

14. They resort to their cunning,
And we resort to our Lord.