O, how I long for you, golden-hued Mexico, Cool of your mountains and mists of your streams!
Breathe I a song for you, flower-starred Mexico Plaintively cruel with joy-tortured dreams.
Love thoughts endure of you, passionate Mexico; Hot in my blood they are quivering yet.
Thrilled with the lure of you, legended Mexico, Those who have seen you can never forget.
O, the bright gleam of you, sun-ravished Mexico, Warm with a wonder divinely your own;
O, how I dream of you, odorous Mexico, How like an exile I wander alone!
Humbly I burn to you, exotic Mexico, Incense of love to your tropical sky.
I shall return to you, glorious Mexico, Blessing my thralldom if only to die.
