Rubén Darío - To Roosevelt lyrics

It is with the voice of the Bible
Or the verse of Walt Whitman
That I should come to you, Hunter
Primitive and modern, simple and complicated
With something of Washington and
More of Nimrod

You are the United States
You are the future invader
Of the naive America that has Indian blood
That still prays to Jesus Christ
And still speaks Spanish

You are the proud and strong
Exemplar of your race you are cultured
You are skillful you oppose Tolstoy
And breaking horses, or murdering tigers
You are an Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar
(You are a professor of Energy
As today's madmen say)

You think that life is fire
That progress is eruption
That wherever you shoot you hit the future

No

The United States is potent and great
When you shake there is a deep tremblor
That passes through the enormous
Vertebrae of the Andes if you clamor
It is heard like the roaring of a lion
Hugo already said it to Grant:
The stars are yours
(The Argentine sun, ascending, barely shines
And the Chilean star rises) You are rich
You join the cult of Hercules
To the cult of Mammon
And illuminating the road of easy conquest
Liberty raises it's torch in New York
But our America, that has had poets
Since the ancient times of Netzahualcoyotl
That has walked in the
Footprints of great Bacchus
Who learned Pan's alphabet at once
That consulted the stars, that knew Atlantis
Whose resounding name comes to us from Plato
That since the remote times of it's life
Has lived on light, on fire
On perfume, on love
America of the great Montezuma, of the Inca
The fragrant America of Christopher Columbus
Catholic America, Spanish America
The America in which noble Cuahtemoc said:
"I'm not in a bed of roses" that America
That trembles in hurricanes and
Lives on love, it lives
You men of Saxon eyes and barbarous soul
And it dreams and it loves, and it vibrates
And it is the daughter of the Sun
Be careful viva Spanish America!
There are a thousand cubs loosed
From the Spanish lion
Roosevelt, one would have to
Be, through God himself
The-fearful Rifleman and strong Hunter
To manage to grab us in your iron claws

And, although you count on everything
You lack one thing: God!