Weep not in the mystery of the tomb,
over the Spaniards’ momentary triumph,
for if a bullet your cranium destroye
your idea, in turn, an empire destroyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IF A BULLET YOUR CRANIUM DESTROYE YOUR IDEA, IN TURN, AN EMPIRE DESTROYED..... Thousand times thousand the truth has been uttered by the archived writing. Nice put.