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Ang bayan kong Pilipinas,
Lupain ng ginto't bulaklák.
Pag-ibig ang sa kaniyang palad
Nag-alay ng ganda't dilág.
At sa kaniyang yumi at ganda,
Dayuhan ay nahalina.
Bayan ko, binihag ka,
Nasadlak sa dusa.
Ibon mang may layang lumipad,
Kulungin mo at umiiyak!
Bayan pa kayáng sakdál dilág,
Ang 'dì magnasang makaalpás?
Pilipinas kong minumutya
Pugad ng luhà ko't dalita
Aking adhika
Makita kang sakdál laya!
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My country, the Philippines,
land of gold and flowers.
Love is in her palms
that offered beauty and splendour.
And, for her refinement and beauty,
foreigners were enticed.
My country, thou wast enslaved,
mired in suffering.
Even birds that are free to fly–
cage them and they shall cry!
How much more for country so beautiful;
would she not yearn to be free?
My Philippines that I treasure,
cradle of my tears and suffering
My dream
is to see thee truly free!
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Nuestra Patria Filipina,
cuya tierra es de oro y púrpura.
Tantos tesoros guarda en su lar
que tientan al hurtador.
Y es por eso que el anglosajón
con vil traición la subyuga,
Patria mia en prisión
sacádete del traidor.
Aún el ave libre en su volar,
llora cuando en la jaula está,
cuanto más nuestra Patria de amor
al verse sin paz ni dignidad.
Filipinas de mi corazón
tus hijos jamás permitirán
que asi te robe
tú bienestar y libertad.
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