A song of yesteryears
Remains thy melody
That buried sounds
Underneath echo its
symphony
A long-awaited song
Sung in olden times
Like wine of native vine
Its sweetness aged in time
Lingers in every lip
A song divine
Maharlika, my Maharlika
Been longing for change
To come your way
A long-awaited dream
As time has come today
Sings with us leaving a legacy
O Philippines, I hear you weep
As wishful tears flow love sublime
For the young man's dream
Through hundred years
Though almost gone;
Now million dreamers finally found
Their song in olden times
Is my song til next sundown
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice imagination, Maia. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks