Far up on top of the Urayoan Mountain,
Soft winds caress my face, a gentle touch.
I find the rosy hibiscus in my path,
Its funnel-shaped blooms wide by the road.
To please the bees and the flying hummingbird,
The rosy petals wave in the wind,
Making the dirt road young with their beauty.
Here, the hummingbird comes to quench its thirst,
Touching the flower with tender grace.
Hibiscus! Your charm is displayed on earth and sky,
Blessed are the eyes that see your showy flair
Under the Caribbean sun.
No rival can stand against your rosy hue.
In awe, I praise God’s marvelous works,
Crying, “Wonderful are your works;
My eyes have seen them displayed.