Flamboyán, dress yourself today
in the midday heat of August,
with your fire set ablaze,
your flowers like burning embers.
Raise your sturdy trunk,
sink your arms deep into the earth,
and with your thirsty roots,
drink from the water that gives life.
Unfurl your brilliant canopy,
show off your dense, orange foliage,
like the blazing sun at its peak,
setting my town aflame
with your brilliant, orange-burnt colors.
Proud flamboyán, exalted in splendor,
the blue sky rejoices at your sight,
the wind exhales a deep, contented sigh,
the palms clap their fronds in praise,
the free birds stand captivated,
as they behold you—giant, gallant tree,
flamboyán of noble stance,
you herald bloom and belonging,
because you are our shining pride,
rooted deep in Puerto Rican soil.