最愛の地
Country Beloved, Pearl of the Orient, The burning [fervour] of the heart In thy chest is alive. Chosen Land, Cradle Thou [art] of the valourous. To the invaders, Thou shalt never submit. In [the] seas and [the] mountains, in [the] air, and in skies of Thine azure, There is beauty in the poem And [in the] song for freedom beloved. The sparkle of the flag of Thine Is victory that is shining. The Stars and Sun of it Forevermore shall never dim. Land of the sun, of glory, and loving, Life is Heaven in Thine embrace. 'Tis our joy, when there be oppressors, To die because of Thee.