Perhaps the enemies of liberty are such only because they judge it by its loud voice. If they knew its charms, the dignity that accompanies it, how much a free man feels like a king, the perpetual inner light that is produced by decorous self-awareness and realization, perhaps there would be no greater friends of freedom than those who are its worst enemies.His best known work is the poem which formed the basis for the song "Guantanamera" ("The girl from Guantánamo"):
| Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crecen las palmas Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma Chorus: Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmín encendido Mi verso es un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo Chorus... Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca Chorus... Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra Me complace más que el mar Chorus... | ... | I am a truthful man From where the palm trees grow And before dying I want To let out the verses of my soul Chorus: Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera My verse is light green And it is flaming red My verse is a wounded stag Who seeks refuge on the mountain Chorus... I grow a white rose In July just as in January For the honest friend Who gives me his open hand Chorus... With the poor people of the earth I want to share my luck The stream of the mountains Gives me more pleasure than the sea Chorus... |
I grew up with the Pete Seeger version of this, of course.
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