Oh Sanggre Danaya, Keeper of the Jewel of Earth Mark unto me the hope of death & birth Death of lawlessness & corruption Birth of a Utopian civilization
Plant in me the true hope of Adamya To march on with a glistening insignia Just like the earth of life – oh grant me a yard Of perpetual blessings like an Elysian orchard
Being the youngest Sanggre of an enchanted land Your youthfulness puts the future at hand The fruit of your labor – oh let me partake While I am alive don’t let it forsake!