Country of my birth, once called "La perle des antillles".
With your antediluvian history, so grand and yet so sad that it brings me to tears.
I wish everything could be recapitulated, so we could change a few of the things that we did

Haiti, my sweet Haiti 
A country with a lost history.
A country even at its worst is still is the best to me.
I wish our forefathers were still here.
Maybe then we would have a fortuitous lead.

Though we are now in destruction, I still raise my flag high.
For the French say that everything ends with a song.
And I know one day we will rise under the shadows to sing our own.
Though I know these words are being written on the beach sand
and the waves will come to erase it word by word all the way to the end.

But with patience, I will write it a million times again until the very end.
It is said that you can find fortune even in the worst of tragedies,
and with munificent help from a few.
And one day with God's gratuity we win accrue.
And that magnificent song will be sung

So courage! Is what I say to those whose given up. Thank you, I say to those whose spirit is strong enough to pray.
Pray... is my advice of the day for we’re not alone.
And remember, no matter how hot or dry is the desert ... with time, it’s always blessed with a beautiful flower.