Hail to thee, dear Bulusan!
Place of my birth, home of mine.
Far from thee, I am an orphan.
Pining and longing for thy hollowed land.
Wherever I go, yonder or far
Whatever I find here or elsewhere
Wealth nor beauty, I cannot care
For with thee, nothing compares

How can my soul ever forget?
The coolness of your Salog River.
Whenever I dip in tubs perfumed,
With colorful tiles, richly adorned.
Memories bring back to me,
The gurgling waters of Dulipay,
Meandering playfully in glee
From Sapngan to Pacific Ocean

From there above the Sabang bridge.
I remember Balanaks look up to me
Carelessly unmindful of fishers’ pangke.
In Cities I see, aquariumed fishes
Gold fish, Carps to Aruanas expensive.
But truly nothing compares
With fluttering Turos or Balawis
Sold on top, of a Payaw leaf.

No where, dearest Bulusan,
Can I see a place like thee.
For whenever in other town I be.
My heart sad fully yearns for thee
Neither bounty nor comfort can ever take
The love and delight I find in thee.

If Italy has its tower leaning
With delight to Campanario, I cling.
There might be a fortress in Gibraltar
Or the famous, India’s Taj Majal
But they’re nothing, dearest, I stand
Can replace Punta Diamante’s sacred ground.

As I look beyond to Eastern South
I feel the breeze of Miliga-biga beach
With its spring cascading, sparklingly clear.
Simply nothing can be like it.
And there is more! My ever beloved!
That chains my heart, forever fettered
To sights of golden rice fields
Stretching far from Tawog to Riruan.

To the West, stands as pleasing backdrop
The green hills of Kabubudlan
On top of them proudly stand,
The lovely couple, Mts.Bulusan
Just beneath their royal pose
Lies the enchanting Aguingay falls
Then below, Danao, the jewel lies
Whose dark blue waters teem with fish,
Guarded secure by thick Katahokan

Far from thee, in this place, I am
Hinagum’s aroma, I could smell
Which in thanksgiving your children make
Enjoying a bountiful harvest
From the tip of my tongue, I find
The luscious taste of exotic Linanta.
And whenever summertime comes
Who can ignore Hagis and Bulala?

O Bulusan, cradle of my dreams.
You will never be forgotten!
Senor Santiago, your Patron Saint,
Truly, He is dear to me.
Lolo Panoy’s words, I remember well
Whose wise thoughts are immortal to me
“Wherever you go, whatever you reach,
Remember Santiago, wherever you be;
A time at least, you must spare
To visit him, your homage pay”

For this, I pledge, I humbly say;
A solemn Vow and promise to keep
My heart is restless until one day,
To your bosom Bulusan, it finds its way.