Fair Hibiscus, long you linger
In the gardens of the poor,
Bringing joy and cheer and brightness
To the peasant’s lowly door.

There your blossoms bloom in splendour.
Telling all that pass you by
That earth’s beauty and earth’s gladness
To the poorest hearts are nigh.

Fair Hibiscus, you are frailer
Than the blooms of roses rare.
In our homes you fade imprisoned
Free, you grow without a care.

Fairest cup of reddest radiance,
Joy comes with you to my heart,
Teach me your own joyful message
That I may such cheer impart.