Isabela

Exuding great beauty of these mountains wrapped by verdant trees

She lets all fear and sorrow and grief fade away by her breeze

Exuberant wind blows the hot spell- the day after night

She restores good life, fortune by the Sierra Madre's might.

The blessings that pour forth from the rushing rivers and streams      

They are the gifts of nature--our daily music and hymns

They resemble how typical the life our people have

They give joy to every man's soul and heart abounded with love.

The fields and plains which are much blessed by their fertility

People cultivate and use them for our food and sustenance

When storms come and destroy the crops and all of our bounty

People may suffer and lament but will stand again and dance.

Oh my Isabela, the roads are yet to be travailed

But let be your verdancy and glorious past retained,

Let not hate and selfishness run in the blood of your band

May lasting peace and love surround your mighty land.