A dream,
A Ceylon – man could dream
In nineteen – fifty nine,
Has now become
A reality
And here he’s in this land:
The land
He longed to see
Someday,
The land of pure sun shine,
The land of sugar
And of rum,
The land of cigars
Worth the sum,
The land of music
Song and dance,
And what more
The land of beauty,
That eyes could see!
The land of revolution
A heaven
On earth
This Cuba is!
In it a nation lives
With comforts
And with human ease.
and that this nation wants
Is nondurable peace,
To stand
On its own feet,
In spite of threats
And a blockade, too,
That come from states
Across the sea.
In a world of thoughts
in a world
that’s built on thoughts
and thinking,
Our thoughts fly high
Like the kites in the sky
In Habana City –
In a territory
Fresh and free
  -Dharma Sri Kuruppu-