by: Jose Palma
(Translation by Luis G. Dato)
Child of the sunny Orient,
Whose flame bright and ardent,
In thee burns evermore.
Oh land beloved,
Home of a hero nation
Ne’er shall invasion
Darken they sacred shore.
Ever within thy skies and through thy winds,
And o’er the hills and sea,
Do we behold the splendor feel the throb,
Of thy loved liberty.
Thy banner that on battlefields,
Its glorious sun and shining stars
Bedimmed shall never be.
Beautiful land of love, O land of light,
In thy embrace ‘tis rapture to lie,
It is a glory ever when thou art wronged,
For us, thy sons, to battle and die.
This translation has been furnished the University of Nueva Caceres through the courtesy of Mr. Luis C, Dato, City of Naga, September 28, 1955.