‘‘ Guitarra En Son Mayor’’

The guitar's jabao. Guitar, you are an upright neck, a perforated box, a naked mulatto woman, with straight hair. You are, guitar, the music that was caged by a mockingbird, a pilgrim singer of the dawn. You are a docile companion with a waist accommodated for the sweet caress that ten fingers lavished. Guitar, you are a pursued echo, a friend of the throat, an old troubadour verse, new with the light of dawn, singing to lovers in squares and serenades you are the owner and mistress of the Cuban countryside, singing to lovers in squares and serenades you are the owner and mistress of the Cuban countryside. You were born when love became song and poetry to moan with its own voice or follow the melody. It is not by chance that on the chest of the one who presses you tightly we see you as a source of illusion and life. Watching so much beauty plucking his lyre, the poet is inspired, with piano, bass and trombones, tumba, bongo and trumpet. How delicious! How soft! Singing to lovers in squares and serenades, you are the owner and mistress of the Cuban countryside.

El jabao de la guitarra.
Guitarra, eres un mástil erguido, una caja agujereada,
una mulata desnuda, con cabellera estirada.
Eres, guitarra, la música que se le quedó enjaulada
a un sinsonte peregrino cantor de la madrugada.
Eres dócil compañera con cintura acomodada
para la dulce caricia que diez dedos prodigaban.
Guitarra, eres eco perseguido, amiga de la garganta,
viejo verso trovador, nueva con la luz del alba,
cantándole a los amantes en plazas y serenatas
eres la dueña y señora de la campiña cubana,
cantándole a los amantes en plazas y serenatas
eres la dueña y señora de la campiña cubana.
Naciste cuando el amor se hizo canto y poesía
para gemir con voz propia o seguir la melodía.
No es casual que sobre el pecho de quien te pulsa ceñida
te veamos como fuente de la ilusión y la vida.
Mirando tanta belleza pulsando su lira se inspira el poeta,
con piano, bajo y trombones, tumba, bongó y trompeta.
¡Que rico!
¡Suave!
Cantándole a los amantes en plazas y serenatas
eres la dueña y señora de la campiña cubana.