Chant to BolivarOur Father thou art in Heaven, in water, in airin all our silent and broad latitudeeverything bears your name, Father in our dwelling: your name raises sweetness in sugar caneBolivar tin has a Bolivar gleamthe Bolvar bird flies over the Bolivar volcanothe potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows, the brooks, the phosphorous stone veinseverything comes from your extinguished lifeyour legacy was rivers, plains, bell towersyour legacy is our daily bread, oh Father.

Pablo Neruda