In the homeland of Simón Bolívar,
and in Sucre; of the Grand Marshal
in Benítez, in their skirts, find
Los Arroyos, village without equal.
It was your booming warrior son
great brave in San Agustín
that when achieving victory, triumphant
in the East the war ended.
Immortal was his sword in the duel,
Pancho Vásquez, with honors recorded
Laurelling his name on his floor
for the feat, which he then waged.
The seed germinates in the field,
of your children the glory lasts
splendor and grace figure
for its mettle, goodness and charm.
The rise of the morning sun
the farmer invites to the orchard
to the struggle in the field, pioneer
of tobacco, banana and honey.
