Plough o’er the spot, turn up the earth, and scatter to the wind
My ashes ere they return to naught; let them go unconfined
To form thy rolling meadows and thy flower-covered glade.
No matter then, if all forget, still, still shall I be near,
Still shall I breathe thy od’rous air, still wander in thy ways.
And dwell in space, a thrilling note loud sounding in thine ear;
I shall be perfume, light and shade, sound, color, refrain clear,
Telling forever of my faith and singing thy dear praise.
Farewell, adored country! I leave my all with thee,
Beloved Filipinas, whose soil my feet have trod,