Old inveterate river,

 
Between mountains and valleys, its waters flow calmly,
Old inveterate river, witness of stories and dramas.
Your serene current reflects colours in its flow,
Green, purple, coloured, a celestial canvas.
Its banks welcome life in its colourful existence,
From exotic birds to fish in its transparency.
Under the silver moon, your essence becomes poetry,
The Esequibo River dazzles in that cold night.
Its waters weave between mountains and rocks,
The murmur of its waves, a sound that awakens the mouths.
Every corner hides secrets, stories of love and passion,
The Esequibo River hides treasures of an ancient nation.