Puerto Rico

 

 

My country, I can’t stop exalting you!

Your Caribbean winds, your vibrant blue sky,

And the mists that tiptoe down from

the tall and emerald-green mountains

gently covering my town with a blanket.

 

The lush hill to climb! To go up the mountain bluff!

And see the expanse of the valley below,

From where the Red-tailed Hawk soars higher and higher.

My country, my country, I can’t get enough of you!

Land of the Taíno, where history began on the island;

 

Here I stand in awe, my vision reaching far—

Lord, I do admire how you made my country so

beautiful; I can’t explain it—the beauty of it

all displayed before me in splendor;

the brilliant red color of Flor de Maga adorns the view,

Please, let me see more of it.