O PROMISING LAND OF BICOLANDIA!

Gaze on ruins of Cagsawa imprinting Bicolano's might,

As Asog’s stillness mirrors Rinconada’s tranquil spot;

Urban lights of Naga bursting with spectacle,

Akin with fireflies’ stunning luminescence;

Where taro leaves placed in a terracotta pot,

Sprinkled with spices turning into succulent cuisine.

 

Had we stepped on fine grains of sands,

Of mystic utopia grandiose as Caramoan.

 

No petrifying brute shall dare quash our land,

Shielded by Ybalon’s valiant"as dexterous as Handyong;

Enchanted you must by dazzling dryads of Mayon,

Magayon’s splendour, stunning of them all.

 

Welcoming folks as we embrace the rovers,

Gregarious we were how frazzled may life is;

Courteous to the elders our lineages edified,

Generous we are of fruitage of our toil.

 

Fortunate we were dwelling in Bicolandia’s heart,

With riches of its culture we now found nirvana.