Of my beautiful Borinquen
That's why I love her so much
Forever I'll call her 'Precious'
I know of her olive-skinned women
I know the smell of her roses
That's why to my rich land
Forever I'll call her 'Precious'
Precious, the waves of the sea that bathe you call you
Precious for being an enchantment, for being an Eden
And you have the noble chivalry of mother Spain
And the fierce song of the untamed native, you have that too
Precious, the bards who sing your history call you
It doesn't matter if the tyrant treats you with dark malice
Precious you'll be, without a flag, without laurels, or glory
Precious, precious, the sons of liberty call you
Precious, the bards who sing your history call you
It doesn't matter if the tyrant treats you with dark malice
Precious you'll be, without a flag, without laurels, or glory
Precious, precious, the sons of liberty call you
Precious, I carry you within
My love overflows for you
Because now's when I understand
Because now's when I understand
That no matter what happens
Because I carry it in my blood
As a heritage from my parents
And that's why today, I'm moved
To that noble countryman, Raphael
And to my island of enchantment