(Dedicated to Fidel Castro)

I’m no more…
That doesn’t mean
My rifle is no longer alive!

In the course of time,
One of you
Will take my rifle
On his shoulder again.

I’m no more…
That doesn’t mean
My rifle will no longer trigger!

In the need of time,
One day my rifle
Will roar recklessly in the dark-
In the hands of a comrade.

My rifle…
Again, will surely fire
For another revolution.