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SPANISH ERA AND PRE COLONIAL POEMS
MY LAST FAREWELL Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will
(MI ULTIMO ADIOS) soon part from thee;
JOSE RIZAL Hail! How sweet ’tis to fall that fullness you
may acquire;
Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun To die to give you life, ‘neath your skies to
caressed, expire,
Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost, And in your mystic land to sleep through
With gladness I give you my Life, sad and eternity!
repressed;
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at If over my tomb some day, you would see
its best, blow,
I would still give it to you for your welfare A simple humble flow’r amidst thick
at most. grasses,
Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so,
On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight, And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my
Others give you their lives without pain or brow,
hesitancy, Warmth of your breath, a whiff of your
The place does not matter: cypress laurel, tenderness.
lily white,
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom’s Let the moon with soft, gentle light me
site, descry,
It is the same if asked by home and Country. Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, brilliant
light,
I die as I see tints on the sky b’gin to show In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy And should a bird descend on my cross and
night; alight,
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal Let the bird intone a song of peace o’er my
glow, site.
Pour my blood and at the right moment
spread it so, Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporize
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent And with my clamor behind return pure to
light! the sky;
Let a friend shed tears over my early
My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent, demise;
My dreams when already a youth, full of And on quiet afternoons when one prays for
vigor to attain, me on high,
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God
Orient, may rest I.
Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a
high plane Pray thee for all the hapless who have died,
Without frown, without wrinkles and of For all those who unequalled torments have
shame without stain. undergone;
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have
My life’s fancy, my ardent, passionate cried;
desire, For orphans, widows and captives to tortures
were shied, Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
And pray too that you may see your own Friends of my childhood, in the home
redemption. distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the
And when the dark night wraps the cemet’ry wearisome day;
And only the dead to vigil there are left Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who
alone, brightened my way;
Don’t disturb their repose, don’t disturb the Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest.
mystery:
If you hear the sounds of cittern or psaltery,
It is I, dear Country, who, a song t’you
intone.
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