Love of country E’en if life itself Every tree and What unhappiness where is the blood You who

where is the blood You who are poor

(English traslation of ends. branch and grief  that should be shed? without… ?* 
‘pag-ibig sa of her fields and will invade the heart The country is being except to live in
tinubuang lupa’) – Why? what is this forest joyful to of the Filipino?** oppressed, why not poverty and
Andres Bonifacio that is so big behold, And will not even the make a move, suffering, 
to which is dedicated ’tis enough to see most peaceful  you are shocked protect the country if
What love can be with utmost them to remember Rise to avenge her witnessing this. your desire is to end 
purer and greater devotion, the mother, the loved honor? your sufferings, for
than love of all that is dear one, and the Go, you who have her progress is for
country? and to which life is happiness now Where will the lived all.
What love? No other sacrificed. gone. strength in the full hope of
love, none. to take revenge and comfort, Dedicate with all
Ah, this is the Her clear waters —  to throw away life and who reaped your love — 
Even when the mind Mother country of they come from the come, nothing but as long there is
repeatedly reads  one’s birth, mountain springs,  if none can be relied bitterness, blood — shed every
and try to she is the mother on the soft whisper of upon for help, Go and love the drop of it, 
understand  whom the rushing but those suffering oppressed country. If for the defense of
the history that is the soft rays of the wavelets  from slavery? the country life
written and printed sun shine, enlivens the You who, from the is… ?* 
by humanity, this which gives strength sorrowing heart. If his suffering and stream of your this is fate and true
(love of country) can to the weak body. slavery  breast,  glory.
be seen. How unfortunate to are in the mire of have lost the holy
To her one owes the be separated from deceit and desire to sacrifice, 
Holy love! when born first kiss the country! oppression,  Once more let true
of a pure heart, of the wind that is Even memory is in one holds the whip, love flow, 
the humble and the the balm sorrow’s embrace, the chains that bind,  express that love for
backwoodsman, the of the oppressed nothing is desired and only tears are the imprisoned
poor, the unlettered heart drowning but to see the allowed to roll down. country.
become great and in the deep well of country of one’s
respected. misfortune and birth. Who is there to You from whom the
suffering. whom her condition  fruit and flowers 
Love of country If this country is in Will not fill the soul of your life have
is always the desire Entwined with this is danger with sorrow?  been plucked 
of a man with honor; love of country,  and she needs Will the heart most by intrigues and
In songs, in poetry, everything that is defending, hardened by incomparable
in his writings dear to the memory,  Forsaken are the treachery  sufferings, 
the greatness of the from the happy and children, Not be moved to give once more freshen
country is always the careless childhood  the wife, the parents, her its life blood? up and love thy
theme. to the hour of death. the brothers and country.
sisters Will not, perchance,
at the country’s beck her sorrow  You, so many hearts
Nothing dear to a The bygone days of and call.
person with a pure joy, Drive the Filipinos to that… ?*
heart  the future that is come to the rescue  of cheating and
is denied to the hoped And if our land, of the mother in oppression of the
country that gave will free the slaves, Filipinas,*  agony, trampled  mean in actions,
him birth:  where can this be is offended and her underfoot by the now rise up and save
blood, wealth, found but in one’s honor, reason, and mean Spaniards? the country,
knowledge, native land? dignity outraged,  snatch it from the
sacrifices,  by a traitorous Where is the honor claws of the tyrant.
foreign country; of the Filipino?**