Canción mixteca

¡Qué lejos estoy del suelo donde he nacido!
Inmensa nostalgia invade mi pensamiento,
y, al verme, tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento,
¡quisiera llorar ‒ quisiera morir ‒ de sentimiento!

¡Oh tierra del sol! suspiro por verte.
Ahora que lejos yo vivo sin luz ‒ sin amor.
Y, al verme tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento,
quisiera llorar, quisiera morir de sentimiento.

So far am I from the land where I was born!
Immense nostalgia invades my thoughts,
and, to see myself, as lone and dismal as leaf on the wind,
I would that I'd weep ‒ I would that I'd die ‒ out of sorrow!

O land of sunshine! I sigh for‐to see you.
Now that, far from you, I live without light ‒ without love.
And, to see myself, as lone and dismal as leaf on the wind,
I would that I'd weep ‒ I would that I'd die ‒ out of sorrow!