Song of Maria Clara

The poem tells how one's motherland is so wonderful and how everything is how you imagine it to be. Maria's love for her country implies her beauty and not her physical attributes that's why everything that surrounds her she sees it as something grateful and no worries provoke her.

Sweet are the hours in one's own Native Land,

All there is friendly o'er which the sun shines above;

Vivifying is the breeze that wafts over her fields;

Even death is gratifying and more tender is love.

Ardent kissed on a mother's lips are at play,

On her lap, upon the infant child's awakening,

The extended arms do seek her neck to entwine,

And the eyes at each other's glimpse are smiling.

It is sweet to die in one's own Native Land,

All there is friendly o'er which the sun shines above;

And deathly is the breeze for one without

A country, without a mother and without love.

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