How may sunsets and sunrises
How may storms and how many shores, this dawn had to cross to reach here-
to reach here with the new wild winds from the forests-
This new dawn is shouting, raising a new voice of unknown power.
It is a new dream a new wave- a dream that blossomed on the horizon of
The new era. It is the wave pouncing on us.
Man bathing in the redness rained by this dawn and becoming pure and sacred
Is rushing to our shores like an oceanic wave rising to kiss the sky-
Tearing away the iron curtains that divide the human beings and wearing
The veiling voices of the oppressed peoples of the world as swords in his scabbard,
The new man is walking with giant footsteps to usher in a new era on the earth-
Oh! The human sun is hanging like a dangling diamond held to the buntings
Adorned to our mind on this celebrated day of the NEW ERA-
Now the languages are flying away like clothes spread to dry on the rope:
artificial frontiers of countries are trembling in the new ferocious winds-
and humanity is stretching its looks nakedly and anxiously
into the yonder horizons of the future-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem