My Last Farewell
Mi Ultimo Adios
Adios, Patria adorada, region del sol querida,
Perla del Mar de Oriente, nuestra perdido Eden!
A darte voy alegre la triste mustia vida,
Y fuera mas brillante, mas fresca, mas florida,
Tambien por ti la diera, la diera
por tu bien.
En campos de batalla, luchando con delirio
Otros te
dan sus vida sin dudas, sin pesar;
El sitio nada importa, cipres,
laurel o lirio,
Cadalso o campo abierto, combate o cruel
martirio,
Lo mismo es si lo piden La Patria y el hogar.
Yo muero
cuando veo que el cielo se colora
Y al fin anuncia el dia tras lobrego
capuz;
Si grana necesitas para tenir tu aurora,
Vierte la sangre
mia, derramala en buen hora
Y dorela un reflejo de su naciente
luz
Mis suenos cuando apenas muchaco adolescente,
Mis suenos
cuando joven ya lleno de vigor,
Fueron el verte un dia, joya del Mar de
Oriente
Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente,
Sin ceno, sin
arrugas, sin mancha de rubor.
Ensueno de mi vida, mi ardiente vivo
anhelo,
Salud te grita el alma que pronto va a partir!
Salud! ah,
que es hermoso caer por darte vuelo,
Morir por darte vidda, morir bajo
tu cielo,
Y en tu encantada tierra la eternidad dormir.
Si sobre
mi sepulcro vieres brotar un dia
Entre la espesa yerba sencilla,
humilde flor,
Acercala a tus labios y besa el alma mia,
Y sienta yo
en mi frente bajo la tumba fria
De tu ternura el soplo, de tu halito el
calor.
Deja la luna verme con luz tranquila y suave;
Deja que el
alba envie su resplandor fugaz,
Deja gemir al viento con su murmullo
grave,
Y si desciende y posa sobre mi cruz un ave
Deja que el ave
entone su cantico de paz.
Deja que el sol ardiendo las lluvias
evapore
Y al cielo tornen puras con mi clamor en pos,
Deja que un
ser amigo mi fin temprano llore
Y en las serenas tardes cuando por mi
alguien ore
Ora tambien, Oh Patria, por mi descanso a Dios!
Ora
por todos cuantos murieron sin ventura,
Por cuantos padecieron
tormentos sin igual,
Por nuestros pobres madres que gimen su
amargura;
Por huerfanos y viudas, por presos en tortura
Y ora por ti
que veas tu redencion final.
Y cuando en noche oscura se envuelva
el cementerio
Y solos solo muertos quedan velando alli
No turbes su
reposo, no turbes el misterio
Tal vez acordes oigas de citara o
salterio,
Soy yo, querida Patria, yo que te canto a ti.
Y cuando
ya mi tumba de todos olvidada
No tenga cruz ni piedra que marquen su
lugar,
Deja que la are el hombre, la esparza con la azada,
Y mis
cenizas antes que vuelvan a nada,
El polvo de tu alfombra que vayan a
formar.
Entonces nada importa me pongas en olvido,
Tu atmosfera,
tu espacio, tus valles cruzare,
Vibrante y limpia nota sere para tu
oido,
Aroma, luz, colores, rumor, canto, gemido
Constante repitiendo
la esencia de mi fe.
Mi Patria idolatrada, dolor de mis
dolores,
Querida Filipinas, oye el postrer adios.
Ahi, te dejo todo,
mis padres, mis amores.
Voy donde no hay esclavos, verdugos ni
opresores,
Donde la fe no mata, donde el que reina es
Dios.
Adios, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma mia;
Amigos de
la infancia en el perdido hogar,
Dad gracias que descanso del fatigoso
dia.
Adios, dulce extranjera, mi amiga, mi alegria!
Adios, queridos
seres. Morir es descansar.
My Last Farewell
Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed,
Pearl of the
Orient Sea, our Eden lost,
With gladness I give you my Life, sad and
repressed;
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at its best,
I
would still give it to you for your welfare at
most.
On the
fields of battle, in the fury of fight,
Others give you their lives
without pain or hesitancy,
The place does not matter: cypress laurel,
lily white,
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom's site,
It
is the same if asked by home and
Country.
I die as
I see tints on the sky b'gin to show
And at last announce the day,
after a gloomy night;
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal
glow,
Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so,
And gild
it with a reflection of your nascent
light!
My dreams,
when scarcely a lad adolescent,
My dreams when already a youth, full of
vigor to attain,
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient,
Your
dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane
Without frown, without
wrinkles and of shame without
stain.
My life's
fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,
Hail! Cries out the soul to you,
that will soon part from thee;
Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that
fullness you may acquire;
To die to give you life, 'neath your skies to
expire,
And in your mystic land to sleep through eternity
!
If over my tomb
some day, you would see blow,
A simple humble flow'r amidst thick
grasses,
Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so,
And under the
cold tomb, I may feel on my brow,
Warmth of your breath, a whiff of
your tenderness.
Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry,
Let the dawn send
forth its fleeting, brilliant light,
In murmurs grave allow the wind to
sigh,
And should a bird descend on my cross and alight,
Let the bird
intone a song of peace o'er my
site.
Let the
burning sun the raindrops vaporize
And with my clamor behind return
pure to the sky;
Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;
And
on quiet afternoons when one prays for me on high,
Pray too, oh, my
Motherland, that in God may rest
I.
Pray thee for
all the hapless who have died,
For all those who unequalled torments
have undergone;
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have
cried;
For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied,
And
pray too that you may see you own
redemption.
And
when the dark night wraps the cemet'ry
And only the dead to vigil there
are left alone,
Don't disturb their repose, don't disturb the
mystery:
If you hear the sounds of cithern or psaltery,
It is I,
dear Country, who, a song t'you
intone.
And when
my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to
mark its place,
Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be
scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them
turn to dust to cover your earthly
space.
Then it
doesn't matter that you should forget me:
Your atmosphere, your skies,
your vales I'll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall
be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly
repeating the essence of the faith I
keep.
My idolized
Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
Dear Philippines, to my last
goodbye, oh, harken
There I leave all: my parents, loves of
mine,
I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Where
faith does not kill and where God alone does
reign.
Farewell,
parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home
distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome
day;
Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my
way;
Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest.<