O, land of beautiful rice terraces
Like stairways reaching the blue
We pledge our hearts in true devotion
To work for your best, for your sake.
Glory and love to dear Ifugao
Your sons will uphold your honors high
With knowledge of right
and progress in sight
We, loyal sons arise
To dedicate our lives
O'er plains and mountains ever changing
From green to deep blue and to gold
Let's keep above our standards flying
and let it be shining above.
O, land of Hudhud and the Alim
As sung by forebears of old
There stands the hagabi of kadangyans
and rich cultures we proudly own.