The labor is great and man is small.
I, Diogo Cao, a navigator,
Left this pillar by the swarthy strand
And sailed onward.
The soul is divine and the work imperfect.
This pillar is a sign to the wind and the skies
That I've done my part in this venture:
The rest only God can do.
And the five shields of this coat of arms
Teach the immense and possible occean
That the sea with limits is for Greece or Rome:
The limitless sea is Portuguese.
And the cross on high says that what's in my soul
And gives me this fever to navigate
Will only find in God's eternal calm
The forever sought-after port.