Indonesia , a strand of ancient emerald Stretching beautifully above the equator Row of islands likes fragments of heaven Between the oceans , bound by the thread of Bhinneka Your mountains soar , mighty nails of the earth Whispering mantra's to the marching clouds Vast blue ocean , a boundless crystal bowl Where the waves dance , sending message of will In your gaze , there is a warm flame of dawn In your pulse flows the blood of spices and sugar cane Your land , a captivating fertille canvas Storing gold , coffee , and roots of longing Bhinneka Tunggal Ika , an eternal bond Weaving differences into one's nation sash Every tribe is the rhythm of a long poem A grand melody that is never finished Your self , mother who embrace a long history From the silence of Borobudur , to the blazing Proclamation On your face are etched smiles and sorrows An eternal poem that never fades Indonesia , not merely a map that is inscribed You are the continuously beating heart of the world In every breath of wind , your name flows The light of morning , where hope return to beckon