Whether his skin is scorched by the sun or deprived of it,

I want him to be strong, I want him to be true.

Whether his hair is long, and he is copper skinned,

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or his hair is long, and he has skin of an olive hue, let his words be true.

Let him do no wrong and I will always want him.

Whether or not his god is many gods, let him not be odd,

odd in the eyes of others, I won’t criticize him.

Whether his hair is gold, whether his tradition old,

let him stand always and forever with me.

Whether we are white or copper skin,

let the truth be that I and he are all that becomes of we.