What can one say that is but fair and true
Of the Golden Rose, her radiant splendor be;
A shining beacon that rings anew
A spring-tide merriment to those who see.
In silence she speaks her words of wisdom
And in the darkness her secrets be hid;
What she teaches, one surely knows seldom
Of such delicacies to the heart, which are indeed splendid.
What can one boast of the one of true beauty
Of chivalry and courtesy that all entrust;
Who by such a model is indeed a surety
Not only in mercy but also is just?
A rose in the desert, a vision so rare
Of determination and strength, her will unbent;
The thorns she bears, her people she’ll care
And traditions upheld, her hand will protect.
What can one say that is but true to see
Of the Golden Rose, her gentle beauty be;
She is the leader of her people, the star of our sea,
The mirror of our hearts, may all honour be given to thee.
