Song to Jalapa

Land of the East, hear my song,
hear the notes of my song.
Your straight streets are charming
You have captivated my heart.

Beautiful women, only in Jalapa,
like the beautiful chambray flower,
brave men in «Chipilapa»
strong and haughty like the «Jumay».

In the morning the mockingbird flies
and ignites auroras with his singing,
the “Alcoba” is seen on the horizon
and the «Arluta» is the old guardian.

In the mountains, the commoners
they till the land with devotion
beautiful goldfinches populate the fields
that echo my song.

It is the unparalleled lagoon «Del Hoyo»
a lovely and beautiful corner,
an emerald that Monjas wears
close to the chest and heart.

Mataquescuintla, a birth
full of grace and inspiration,
in Alzate everything is vegetables,
wild breed in “El Chaparrón”.

Paradise is in «Los Chorros»
with its warm spring water,
there are flowers and noses in Pinula
and a sky clear as crystal.

Jilotepeque land of dreams,
your cantarito are a beauty,
the singers, cute and beautiful,
they keep the pitcher of my love.