Ode to Old Antigua


I
You rest with the splendor
Of your beauty, surrounded
By emerald mountains that
Reverence a sleeping volcano.

II
Upon you the God-fearing men,
Built their monasteries
At the beginning of time, when
The Spaniards were kings.

Majestic, you were called
When the capitol of the
Land of Eternal Spring,
Rested upon you.

III
Oh! Sleeping guard,
Woke up in rage.

The waters covered you,
The capitol you may no longer be.
You're, the pearl of the mountains.

IV
Upon you new kings walk;
The Mayan with their blood
Painted you with the color
Of freedom, oh, Antigua,
Majestic you are.