Destiny calls to her beloved
Her voice to her kings is raised
Those who to abnegation have quite resigned
And who for a few rejections have altogether fainted
For whom was she born and cultured
And all the years been told to wait
Where are the heirs of glory she asks?
The princes of the summits of greatness
Oh that they will stand and their peaks mount
If only they might rise and prove true sons of fortune
For there is no destiny without a struggle
And no glory but after conquering
No man yet courted her cheap
Those who know her will never dare
For her conquest is her guarantee
Your confidence of her faithfulness for life