Capitolo 31
From the door of the agricultural house his/her mother looks before,
With a look halves the hope, halves fear,
For the clock in the angle now sharp to the time
When his/her children that she loves should appear.
For has promised not them whatever betide,,
On this the birthday of them dear mother,
Once more to gather round the axle of family,
Their deferential service to pay?
From the east and the west, from the north and the South,
In communion and relationships sweet,
His/her children have come, in this day of party,
Bottom, as of old man, to his/her feet.
And our madre,--God blesses his/her benevolent face!--
As its heart thrills with maternal joys,
As she witnesses the portal with arm opened wide,,
To give the welcome one his/her girls and his/her boys.
And anchor, when the first cheerful regards are o'er,
When her words welcome it is said:
A shade he walks to on all four on the maternal face,
As she silently thinks about the dead one,
Of his/her children which express once it encircled through his/her fields,
Who divided all she hopes and it alarms,
You cultivate, tired with the load and heat of the day,
They has fallen asleep in his/her arm.
They has gone from our mean, but their jobs bear
On the fields where them devotedly beaten;
They sprinkled the seed, but the crop is ours,
From their toil and the abnegation he/she bought.
As we analyze the equitable scene that you/he/she once has greeted their eyes,
As we tread the same runs that they trod,
I/you/he/she allow us of softly to think about our birth elders,
Who have gone to their rest and their God.
God blesses the old agricultural house! some still linger there,
In the places of meeting that you/he/she has known their infancy,
While others have wandered to places remote,
And it planted new houses of them really;
But Time cannot weaken the ties Love it creates,
Neither the absence, neither it outdistances, prevents
The filial devotion that thrills all of our hearts,
As we offer our old God-speed of mother.