In the heart of islands kissed by the sun, Where the waves and whispers of old tales run, Beneath the mango trees, stark and profound, Lies the voice of a nation, waiting to be found. Oh, Pilipinas, cradle of dreams untold, Your vibrant stories in every heart hold, With mountains echoing whispers of the past, And fields of gold where memories last. From the shores of Luzon to Mindanao's grace, Every hugot line mirrors love's embrace— Of struggles endured, of hope’s gentle spark, In the soul of a people, an unyielding mark. Let the bayan's spirit rise with the day, Through resilience and love, we find our way, In every sigh and every heart's beat, A promise of unity, a future to greet.