Results for bank of river translation from English to Tagalog

synonym of river bank
ilog

portrait of river baths
larawan ng mga naliligo sa ilog

memory bank of faith
memory bank of faith

importance of rivers to human
ang papel na ginagampanan ng ilog

the financial organization aims to be the bank of choice, offering opportunities for people to experience the rewards of a bank that takes care of their needs. they prioritize customer experience, culture, and building relationships beyond banking.
nilalayon ng pinansiyal na organisasyon na maging bank of choice, na nag - aalok ng mga pagkakataon para sa mga tao na maranasan ang mga gantimpala ng isang bangko na nag - aalaga sa kanilang mga pangangailangan. inuuna nila ang karanasan sa customer, kultura, at pagbuo ng mga relasyon na lampas sa pagbabangko.

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under th
africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.

africa, my africa africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs africa of whom my grandmother sings on the banks of the distant river i have never known you but your blood flows in my veins your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields the blood of your sweat the sweat of your work the work of your slavery africa, tell me africa is this you, this back that is bent this back that breaks under the weight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars and saying yes to the whip under the midday sun but a grave voice answers me impetuous child that tree, young and strong that tree over there splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers that is your africa springing up anew springing up patiently, obstinately whose fruit bit by bit acquires the bitter taste of liberty.
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