A Filipinas (A Philippines)
Warm and beautiful like a houri of yore, as gracious and as pure as the break of dawn when darling clouds take on a sapphire tone, sleeps a goddess on the Indian shore. The small waves of the sonorous sea assail her feet with ardent, amorous kisses, while the intellectual West adores her smile; and the old hoary Pole, her flower veil. My Muse, most enthusiastic and elate, sings to her among naiads and undines; I offer her my fortune and my fate. With myrtle, purple roses, and flowering greens and lilies, crown her brow immaculate, O artists, and exalt the Philippines!
