Queen of the valley! Thou art beautiful,
Thy walls, like silver, sparkle to the sun.
Melodious wave thy groves, thy garden-sweets
Enrich the pleasant air, upon the lake 
lie the long shadows of thy tow'rs, and high 
In heav'n thy temple-pyramids arise,
Upon whose summit now, far visible
Against the clear blue sky, the Cross of Christ
Proclaims unto the nations round the news
Of thy redemption. Thou art beautiful,
Aztlan! O City of the Cymbric Prince!
Long may'st thou flourish in thy beauty, long
Prosper beneath the righteous conqueror,
Who conquers to redeem. Long years of peace 
And happiness await thy lord and thee, 
Queen of the valley!