Bem vinda.

Welcome to Alkebulan; nature's harbour,
Trenched peace by her wholly known; her fingers here birth none to abhor,
The eastern winds she spits sojourn to ends without roar,
Her northern gale graze the bloodless lilies with journeying ardour.
Bellow none to her nor whisper, 'why bring us these tears',
For her repose here soars unbound as the swimming cloud.

Welcome to Alkebulan; nature's beloved,
Here her soil doth not balefully faint, nor is dazed,
Here her ground brings many diverse, ample yield,
Here her works unlike none, tinkled with allure as she so choosed.
Delight have you in the furry brute or save you it for the bare,
Welcome then to Alkebulan; here also Os negros dwell.