I have known your rivers,
with a beauty hard to match,
flowing with Taíno blood in their currents.
My blood flows like these rivers...
I bathed in Río Camuy
at the dawn of your history.
I built my bohío near Río Blanco,
and in my hammock, I slept.
I gazed at Río Grande de Añasco,
where Taíno courage slew the gods,
and there I raised the rebellion.
Río Grande de Loíza, witness of many eras,
I heard your sorrow when, in more recent times,
Julia de Burgos immortalized your pain.
I have seen your mighty flow,
your unstoppable strength,
your chest held high in defiance,
growing vast in the sunset glow.
I have known your rivers—
rivers with the fierce song of the brave Taíno.
My blood flows like these rivers...
They carry my blood, my history, and my memories.
Puerto Rico, you sing to me in your rivers,
and I sing to you in my verses.