Tonga, blessed land

By Peni Tutu’Ila Malupo

Tonga is the equal of flower garden Languorous odours and pervading scents, That caress the dewy, emerald foliage, And hide in every solitary corner.

Its happiness is unique; Its ways many and various, Diversified as colours of a flower That pulses the living air with joy.

Its atmosphere is entirely overwhelming O’erbrim’d with passion and nostalgia.

Tonga is not of global fame, For her image is a tiny dot, A garland of isles loosely strung.

Her kingly line is still continuous; And ruled by law constitutional, Founded on the democratic principle.

She is unknown for economic power But her culture is truly unparalleled For wedded to the Christian faith She is our pride and dignity On this we glory, on this we triumph Tonga the land of Queen Salote.

Tonga is our home that gladdens our hearts.

She is not rich, but our love's hers.

Nature has not blessed her with hills or mounts, But the love of our heart is her mountain high.

Our friendly love is proverbial, Supported by loyalty and founded on happiness, Our neighbourly love is contagious.

It’s a godly mount that geography cannot encompass, And impossible to be surmounted.

For generations we have prided in her, The mount that springs from heart and will That is Friendly Isles the Land of the Blessed.