Things happen so slowly So fast at times Within a year You had put up a propaganda unit Got caught by the enemy Imprisoned for a few months And when set free Forthwith you went To a guerrilla zone   How bright the star of the revolution In your person   To the slowpokes "Time hurries" you say To those who easily lose heart "Make the first step" To those immersed in themselves "Come out now and plunge into the masses" To those who waver about the path to take "Cast your eyes On the farthest they can reach Up to the place beyond How clear the path we can open Come"   How many the days, the nights That dimmed from clouds of discussions That gasped from cigarette smoke And the ruin of countless small worlds How many the days, the nights That steadily waited For every word to become a star Shining on every nook of a room   How many the days, the nights That in the end spread light So the path that must be cleared Could show itself To the vast world How many the days, the nights Before a step could be made   "From a single step We shall move Toward history!"   You are now one with the masses In the countryside A guerrilla Your companions now are the workers and peasants Along ridges and in forests of uprisings   "Solve your problem And accept the new task Come"   There in the hinterlands Is the spark of revolt In the path thick with wild growths The path of freedom In the hands of the masses The blow of victory!   "Come Here in history Here in history Let us meet! "   How bright the star of the revolution In your person   (E.P.)