I see before me the heaven-touching mountains
like rows of thorns
Against the sky\'s silky blue dress,
Swollen, with trees, with swirling birds,
Singing in symphony, colorfully dressed,
Mountains that worship God all day,
And lift their strong arms in praise,
Mountains that on foggy days
Hide in the mist to play,
Upon whose trails to the peak dwells
The legendary figure of Urayoán,
Looming, scouring serene
Far, far into the horizon
Wondering what has become of Borinquen,
Mountains, giants, silent witnesses
Symbol of strength and character.