O Infante
Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce
Deus quis que a Terra fosse toda uma
Que o mar unisse, já não separasse
Sagrou-te e foste desvendando a espuma
E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo
E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo
Quem te sagrou, criou-te português
Do mar e nós em ti nos deu sinal
Cumpriu-se o mar e o império se desfez
Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal
E a orla branca foi
De ilha em continente
Clareou correndo até ao fim do mundo
E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente
Surgir redonda do azul profundo
The Prince
God wills it, man dreams, the work is born
God wanted the Earth to be all one
That the sea united, no longer separated
He consecrated you and you were unveiling the foam
And the white shore was
From island to continent
Brightened running to the end of the world
And the whole earth was seen, suddenly
Emerging round from the deep blue
Who consecrated you, made you Portuguese
From the sea and us in you gave us a sign
The sea was fulfilled and the empire fell apart
Lord, Portugal is yet to be fulfilled
And the white shore was
From island to continent
Brightened running to the end of the world
And the whole earth was seen, suddenly
Emerging round from the deep blue
Escrita por: Dulce Pontes / Fernando Pessoa