Oh Canary Islands,
My beloved land
Bouquet of flowers
That flow out of the sea
Orchard of incomparable beauty
Are our Canary Islands
That make the awake dream
Ideal garden, always in bloom
Your women are the roses,
The light of heaven and of love
The heart of the Guanches (a people; first known inhabitants of the Canary Islands)
And the whisper of the breeze
Make all sigh,
For the love of an island
From the steep hill
To the sea that embraces us
There's no land like my land
Nor people like my people
Seven stars shine on the sea
Benahoare, Hero, and Tamaran,
Tytherogakaet and Achinech
Maxorata and Gomera too
Oh, my seven Canary Islands,
With Teide Peak (Pico Teide) as guardian
They're seven beautiful hearts
That beat at the same rhythm!
My seven Canary Islands!