Ruben Dario - The Poet and the King lyrics

One day, a solitary man was brought before the King. From the dazzling throne the Monarch looked down upon him and wanted to know what elements made up the life of this strange being. Indulgent and patriarchal, the King began with a gentle question: "Do you have a name?" - "No, Sire." "A homeland, by any chance?" - The whole world is where I live. "Why does such bitterness blossom in your voice? Are you a free man or a slave?" - I am free, yes, but, sad to say, Sire, I am a poet!