It's a Filipino thing, no one understands

A true woman, dominating every man,

Making a perfect part with a beautiful love;

Golden like a moon before the mother had shone,

Rose the dusky maidens of a tender action,

Turned to a moment from her tranquil countenance!

She looked upward to the sunset of her beauty,

Showing behind her a glory ineffable,

Dropping her sweet periwig at evening from half,

Making a perfect spot in the spiritual globe.

Now the whole universe indicates in this whole,

Making the universe dance, the immortal house!

Regardless of this moment of the earthly mould!

An everlasting rise of treasures of feeling,

Making a perfect spot by common able shapes,

Nature gives the flower to her new atmosphere.

Every age with its age descends unto her,

Guided by her beautiful hand each pictured saint,

With his sharp radiance of a glorious name!

Ye are so happy, they are so victorious,

That our such they may yet be victorious.

First the descending shall rule us in their power,

Continue and love and perfect equality.

Say not the perfect judge in that independence,

Let the busy prize in our pride be broken.

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