O my sorrow, they went on the seas and remained:
Oh, I wonder how they are, have they changed?
O my sorrow, they went on the seas and stayed the night:
Oh, I wonder how they are, or are they dead?
Bring me knowledge, O great bird, O little one;
America, is it far away and without a wall?
Bring me knowledge, O bird, O birds;
America, is it far away and without measure?
Greet them, O bird, O pigeon,
In their far country setting up the tents.