To My Fellow Youth
To My Fellow Youth
Whenever people of a country truly love The language which by heavn they were taught to use That country also surely liberty pursue As does the bird which soars to freer space above. For language is the final judge and referee Upon the people in the land where it holds sway; In truth our human race resembles in this way The other living beings born in liberty. Whoever knows not how to love his native tongue Is worse than any beast or evil smelling fish. To make our language richer ought to be our wish The same as any mother loves to feed her young. Tagalog and the Latin language are the same And English and Castilian and the angels tongue; And God, whose watchful care oer all is flung, Has given us His blessing in the speech we claim, Our mother tongue, like all the highest that we know Had alphabet and letters of its very own; But these were lost by furious waves were overthrown Like bancas in the stormy sea, long years ago.