Shut Not Your Doors to Me Proud Libraries

SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,

For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring;

A book I have made for your dear sake, O soldiers,

And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades;

The words of my book nothing, the life of it every-thingeverything;

A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt by the intellect;

But you will feel every word, O Libertad! arm'd

      Libertad!

It shall pass by the intellect to swim the sea, the air,

With joy with you, O soul of man.