K’anal ta sventa ta sba balamil,
Ta jun k’ux ta vinajel xa yel ta stesel.
Ta jtotik ta sba sok ta jna,
Te smel ta jts’unel ta sba ch’ul satil.
Ma ta yakan smuk’tesbe k’op ta jna,
Xa ta te ta yakan sbe ta jna te ts’unel.
Yuj ta jch’ulel ta jlumal, yuj ta stesel ta k’anal,
Ta k’anal xch’ulel, ta jna xpat!
The light shines through the broken edge,
Not through proud eyes on glory's ledge.
The humbled soul, the silent cry,
Draws angels down from higher sky.
It's not the strong that move His hand,
But those who fall and choose to stand.
He lifts the low, He shames the high,
The proud will fall, the meek will fly.