KUNDIMAN was a poem of JOSE RIZAL which was originally written in Tagalog and was translated in English. For the English translation go to his page.
KUNDIMAN
Tunay ngayong umid yaring dila't puso
Sinta'y umiilag, tuwa'y lumalayo,
Bayan palibhasa'y lupig at sumuko
Sa kapabayaan ng nagturong puno.
Datapuwa't muling sisikat ang araw,
Pilit maliligtas ang inaping bayan,
Magbabalik mandin at muling iiral
Ang ngalang Tagalog sa sandaigdigan.
Ibubuhos namin ang dugo't babaha
Matubos nga lamang ang sa amang lupa
Habang di ninilang panahong tadhana,
Sinta'y tatahimik, iidlip ang nasa.
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
KUNDIMAN BY JOSE RIZAL -ENGLISH TRANSLATION
This is the ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF KUNDIMAN by JOSE RIZAL which was originally written in Tagalog. For Tagalog version, go to this page.
KUNDIMAN
Truly hushed today
Are my tongue and heart
Harm is discerned by love
And joy flies away,
'Cause the Country was
Vanquished and did yield
Through the negligence
Of the one who led.
But the sun will return to dawn;
In spite of everything
Subdued people
Will be liberated;
The Filipino name
Will return perhaps
And again become
In vogue in the world.
We shall shed
Blood and it shall flood
Only to emancipate
The native land;
While the designated time
Does not come,
Love will rest
And anxiety will sleep.
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KUNDIMAN
Truly hushed today
Are my tongue and heart
Harm is discerned by love
And joy flies away,
'Cause the Country was
Vanquished and did yield
Through the negligence
Of the one who led.
But the sun will return to dawn;
In spite of everything
Subdued people
Will be liberated;
The Filipino name
Will return perhaps
And again become
In vogue in the world.
We shall shed
Blood and it shall flood
Only to emancipate
The native land;
While the designated time
Does not come,
Love will rest
And anxiety will sleep.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2008
MEMORIES OF MY TOWN by JOSE RIZAL
MEMORIES OF MY TOWN is the English translation of the poem of JOSE RIZAL,UN RECUERDO MI PUEBLO, which can be found in this page and the Tagalog version in this page.
MEMORIES OF MY TOWN
When I recall the days
That saw my childhood of yore
Beside the verdant shore
Of a murmuring lagoon;
When I remember the sighs
Of the breeze that on my brow
Sweet and caressing did blow
With coolness full of delight;
When I look at the lily white
Fills up with air violent
And the stormy element
On the sand doth meekly sleep;
When sweet 'toxicating scent
From the flowers I inhale
Which at the dawn they exhale
When at us it begins to peep;
I sadly recall your face,
Oh precious infancy,
That a mother lovingly
Did succeed to embellish.
I remember a simple town;
My cradle, joy and boon,
Beside the cool lagoon
The seat of all my wish.
Oh, yes! With uncertain pace
I trod your forest lands,
And on your river banks
A pleasant fun I found;
At your rustic temple I prayed
With a little boy's simple faith
And your aura's flawless breath
Filled my heart with joy profound.
Saw I God in the grandeur
Of your woods which for centuries stand;
Never did I understand
In your bosom what sorrows were;
While I gazed on your azure sky
Neither love nor tenderness
Failed me, 'cause my hapiness
In the heart of nature rests there.
Tender childhood, beautiful town,
Rich fountain of hapiness,
Of harmonious melodies,
That drive away my sorrow!
Return thee to my heart,
Bring back my gentle hours
As do the birds when the flow'rs
Would again begin to blow !
But, alas, adieu! E'er watch
For your peace, joy and repose,
Genius of good who kindly dispose
Of his blessings with amour;
It's for thee my fervent pray'rs,
It's for thee my constant desire
Knowledge ever to acquire
And may God keep your candour!
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MEMORIES OF MY TOWN
When I recall the days
That saw my childhood of yore
Beside the verdant shore
Of a murmuring lagoon;
When I remember the sighs
Of the breeze that on my brow
Sweet and caressing did blow
With coolness full of delight;
When I look at the lily white
Fills up with air violent
And the stormy element
On the sand doth meekly sleep;
When sweet 'toxicating scent
From the flowers I inhale
Which at the dawn they exhale
When at us it begins to peep;
I sadly recall your face,
Oh precious infancy,
That a mother lovingly
Did succeed to embellish.
I remember a simple town;
My cradle, joy and boon,
Beside the cool lagoon
The seat of all my wish.
Oh, yes! With uncertain pace
I trod your forest lands,
And on your river banks
A pleasant fun I found;
At your rustic temple I prayed
With a little boy's simple faith
And your aura's flawless breath
Filled my heart with joy profound.
Saw I God in the grandeur
Of your woods which for centuries stand;
Never did I understand
In your bosom what sorrows were;
While I gazed on your azure sky
Neither love nor tenderness
Failed me, 'cause my hapiness
In the heart of nature rests there.
Tender childhood, beautiful town,
Rich fountain of hapiness,
Of harmonious melodies,
That drive away my sorrow!
Return thee to my heart,
Bring back my gentle hours
As do the birds when the flow'rs
Would again begin to blow !
But, alas, adieu! E'er watch
For your peace, joy and repose,
Genius of good who kindly dispose
Of his blessings with amour;
It's for thee my fervent pray'rs,
It's for thee my constant desire
Knowledge ever to acquire
And may God keep your candour!
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Saturday, December 29, 2007
SA MAHAL NA BIRHENG MARIA -by Jose Rizal
SA MAHAL NA BIRHENG MARIA is the TAGALOG TRANSLATION of the poem of JOSE RIZAL. For the English translation please go to this page. For the Spanish version, got to this page.
SA MAHAL NA BIRHENG MARIA
Ikaw na ligaya ng tanang kinapal,
Mariang sakdal tamis na kapayapan,
Bukal ng saklolong hindi naghuhumpay,
Daloy ng biyayang walang pagkasyahan.
Mula sa trono mong langit na mataas,
Ako'y marapating lawitan ng habag,
Ilukob ang iyong balabal ng lingap
Sa daing ng aking tinig na may pakpak.
Ikaw na Ina ko, Maraing matimtiman;
Ikaw ang buhay ko at aking sandingan;
Sa maalong dagat, ikaw ang patnubay:
Sa oras ng lalong masisidhing tukso,
At kung malapit na ang kamatayan ko,
Lumbay ko'y pawiin, saklolohan ako!
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SA MAHAL NA BIRHENG MARIA
Ikaw na ligaya ng tanang kinapal,
Mariang sakdal tamis na kapayapan,
Bukal ng saklolong hindi naghuhumpay,
Daloy ng biyayang walang pagkasyahan.
Mula sa trono mong langit na mataas,
Ako'y marapating lawitan ng habag,
Ilukob ang iyong balabal ng lingap
Sa daing ng aking tinig na may pakpak.
Ikaw na Ina ko, Maraing matimtiman;
Ikaw ang buhay ko at aking sandingan;
Sa maalong dagat, ikaw ang patnubay:
Sa oras ng lalong masisidhing tukso,
At kung malapit na ang kamatayan ko,
Lumbay ko'y pawiin, saklolohan ako!
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Saturday, December 22, 2007
MI PIDEN VERSOS by JOSE RIZAL
MI PIDEN VERSOS
is a poem of JOSE RIZAL written in Spanish
Piden que pulse la lira
Ha tiempo callada y rota:
Si ya no arranco una nota
Ni mi musa ya me inspira!
Balbuce fria y delira
Si la tortura mi mente;
Cuando rie solo miente;
Como miente su lamento:
Y es que en mi triste aislamiento
Mi alma ni goza ni siente.
Hubo un tiempo ... y es verdad!
Pero ya aquel tiempo huyo,
En que vate me llamo
La indulgencia a la amistad.
Ahora de aquella edad
El recuerdo apensas resta
Como quendan de una fiesta
Los misteriosos sonidos
Que retienen los oidos
Del bullicio de la orquesta.
Soy planta apenas crecida
Arrancada del Oriente,
Donde es perfume el ambiente,
Donde es un sueno la vida:
Patria que jamas se olvida!
Ensenaronme a cantar
Las aves, con su trinar;
Con su rumor, las cascadas;
Y en sus playas dilatadas,
Los murmurios de la mar.
Mientras en la infancia mia
Pude a su sol sonreir,
Dentro de mi pecho hervir
Volcan de fuego sentia;
Vate fui, porque queria
Con mis versos, con mi aliento,
Decir al rapido viento:
Vuela; su fama pregona!
Cantala de zona en zona;
De la tierra al firmamento!
La deje! ... mis patrios lares.
Arbol despojados y seco!
Ya no repiten el eco
De mis pasados cantares
Yo cruce los vastos mares
Ansiando cambiar de suerte,
Y mi locura no advierte
Que en vez del bien que buscaba,
El mar conmigo surcaba
El espectro de la muerte.
Toda mis hermosa ilusion,
Amor, entusiasmo, anhelo,
Alla quedan bajo el cielo
De tan florida region:
No pidais al corazon
Cantos de amor, que esta yerto;
Porque en medio del desierto
Donde discurro sin calma,
Siento que agoniza el alma
Y mi numen esta muerto.
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is a poem of JOSE RIZAL written in Spanish
Piden que pulse la lira
Ha tiempo callada y rota:
Si ya no arranco una nota
Ni mi musa ya me inspira!
Balbuce fria y delira
Si la tortura mi mente;
Cuando rie solo miente;
Como miente su lamento:
Y es que en mi triste aislamiento
Mi alma ni goza ni siente.
Hubo un tiempo ... y es verdad!
Pero ya aquel tiempo huyo,
En que vate me llamo
La indulgencia a la amistad.
Ahora de aquella edad
El recuerdo apensas resta
Como quendan de una fiesta
Los misteriosos sonidos
Que retienen los oidos
Del bullicio de la orquesta.
Soy planta apenas crecida
Arrancada del Oriente,
Donde es perfume el ambiente,
Donde es un sueno la vida:
Patria que jamas se olvida!
Ensenaronme a cantar
Las aves, con su trinar;
Con su rumor, las cascadas;
Y en sus playas dilatadas,
Los murmurios de la mar.
Mientras en la infancia mia
Pude a su sol sonreir,
Dentro de mi pecho hervir
Volcan de fuego sentia;
Vate fui, porque queria
Con mis versos, con mi aliento,
Decir al rapido viento:
Vuela; su fama pregona!
Cantala de zona en zona;
De la tierra al firmamento!
La deje! ... mis patrios lares.
Arbol despojados y seco!
Ya no repiten el eco
De mis pasados cantares
Yo cruce los vastos mares
Ansiando cambiar de suerte,
Y mi locura no advierte
Que en vez del bien que buscaba,
El mar conmigo surcaba
El espectro de la muerte.
Toda mis hermosa ilusion,
Amor, entusiasmo, anhelo,
Alla quedan bajo el cielo
De tan florida region:
No pidais al corazon
Cantos de amor, que esta yerto;
Porque en medio del desierto
Donde discurro sin calma,
Siento que agoniza el alma
Y mi numen esta muerto.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
POR LA EDUCACION (RECIBE LUSTRE LA PATRIA) by JOSE RIZAL
POR LA EDUCATION (RECIBE LUSTRE LA PATRIA) is a poem of JOSE RIZAL, originally written in Spanish. The ENGLISH TRANSLATION, Education Gives Luster to the Motherland can be found in this<span style="font-weight:bold;"> page.
POR LA EDUCACION (RECIBE LUSTRE LA PATRIA) by JOSE RIZAL
La sabia educacion, vital aliento
Infunde una virtud encantadora;
Ella eleva la Patria al alto asiento
De la gloria inmortal, deslumbradora,
Y cual de fresca brisa al soplo lento
Reverdece el matiz de flor odcra:
Tal la educacion al ser humano
Buenhechora engrandece con larga mano.
Por ella sacrifica su existencia
El mortal y el placido reposo;
Por ella nacer vense el arte y la ciencia
Que cinen al humano lauro hermoso:
Y cual del alto monte en la eminencia
Brota el puro raudal de arroyo undoso;
Asi la educacion da sin mesura
A la patria do mora paz segura.
Do sabia educacion trono levanta
Lozana juventud robusta crece
Que subyuga el error con firme planta
Y con nobles ideas se engrandece:
Del vicio la cerviz ella quebranta;
Negro crimen ante ella palidence:
Ella domena barbaras naciones,
Y de salvajes hace campeones.
Y cual el manantial que alimentando
Las plantas, los arbustos de la vega,
Su placido caudal va derramando,
Y con bondoso afan constante riega
Las riberas do vase deslizando,
Y a la bella natura nada niega:
Tal al que sabia educacion procura
Del honor se levanta hasta la lectura.
De sus labios la aguas cristalinas
De celica virtud sin cesar brotan,
Y de su fe las providas doctrinas
Del mal las fuerzas debiles agotan,
Que se estrellan cual olas blanquecinas
Que la playas inmoviles azotan:
Y apreden con su ejemplo loas mortales
A trepar por las sendas celestiales.
En el pecho de miserios humanonos
Ella enciende del bien la viva llama;
Al fiero criminal ata las manos,
Y el consuelo en los pechos fiel derrama.
Que buscan sus beneficos arcanos;
Y en el amor de bien su pecho inflama:
Y es la educacion noble y cumplida
El balsamo seguro de la vida.
Y cual penon que elevase altanero
En medio da las ondas borrascosas
Al bramar del huracan y noto fiero,
Desprecia su furor y olas furiosas,
Que fatigadas del horror primero
Se retiran en calma temerosas;
Tal es el que sabia educacion dirige
Las riendas de la patria invicto rige.
En zafiros estallense los hechos;
Tributele la patria mil honores;
Pues de sus hijos en las nobles pechos
Transplanto la virtud lozanas flores;
Y en el amor del bien siempre deshechos
Veran las gobernantes y senores
Al noble pueblo que con fiel ventura
Cristiana educacion siempre procura.
Y cual de rubio sol de la manana
Vierten oro los rayos esplendentes,
Y cual la bella aurora de oro y grana
Esparce sus colores refulgentes;
Tal noche instruccion, ofrece ufana
De virtud el placer a los vivientes,
Y ella a nuestra cara patria ilustre
Inmortal esplendor y ilustre.
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POR LA EDUCACION (RECIBE LUSTRE LA PATRIA) by JOSE RIZAL
La sabia educacion, vital aliento
Infunde una virtud encantadora;
Ella eleva la Patria al alto asiento
De la gloria inmortal, deslumbradora,
Y cual de fresca brisa al soplo lento
Reverdece el matiz de flor odcra:
Tal la educacion al ser humano
Buenhechora engrandece con larga mano.
Por ella sacrifica su existencia
El mortal y el placido reposo;
Por ella nacer vense el arte y la ciencia
Que cinen al humano lauro hermoso:
Y cual del alto monte en la eminencia
Brota el puro raudal de arroyo undoso;
Asi la educacion da sin mesura
A la patria do mora paz segura.
Do sabia educacion trono levanta
Lozana juventud robusta crece
Que subyuga el error con firme planta
Y con nobles ideas se engrandece:
Del vicio la cerviz ella quebranta;
Negro crimen ante ella palidence:
Ella domena barbaras naciones,
Y de salvajes hace campeones.
Y cual el manantial que alimentando
Las plantas, los arbustos de la vega,
Su placido caudal va derramando,
Y con bondoso afan constante riega
Las riberas do vase deslizando,
Y a la bella natura nada niega:
Tal al que sabia educacion procura
Del honor se levanta hasta la lectura.
De sus labios la aguas cristalinas
De celica virtud sin cesar brotan,
Y de su fe las providas doctrinas
Del mal las fuerzas debiles agotan,
Que se estrellan cual olas blanquecinas
Que la playas inmoviles azotan:
Y apreden con su ejemplo loas mortales
A trepar por las sendas celestiales.
En el pecho de miserios humanonos
Ella enciende del bien la viva llama;
Al fiero criminal ata las manos,
Y el consuelo en los pechos fiel derrama.
Que buscan sus beneficos arcanos;
Y en el amor de bien su pecho inflama:
Y es la educacion noble y cumplida
El balsamo seguro de la vida.
Y cual penon que elevase altanero
En medio da las ondas borrascosas
Al bramar del huracan y noto fiero,
Desprecia su furor y olas furiosas,
Que fatigadas del horror primero
Se retiran en calma temerosas;
Tal es el que sabia educacion dirige
Las riendas de la patria invicto rige.
En zafiros estallense los hechos;
Tributele la patria mil honores;
Pues de sus hijos en las nobles pechos
Transplanto la virtud lozanas flores;
Y en el amor del bien siempre deshechos
Veran las gobernantes y senores
Al noble pueblo que con fiel ventura
Cristiana educacion siempre procura.
Y cual de rubio sol de la manana
Vierten oro los rayos esplendentes,
Y cual la bella aurora de oro y grana
Esparce sus colores refulgentes;
Tal noche instruccion, ofrece ufana
De virtud el placer a los vivientes,
Y ella a nuestra cara patria ilustre
Inmortal esplendor y ilustre.
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Monday, December 3, 2007
ISANG ALAALA NG AKING BAYAN by JOSE RIZAL
ISANG ALAALA NG AKING BAYAN is the TAGALOG TRANSLATION of the poem of JOSE RIZAL, Un Recuerdo Mi Pueblo which can be found in this Page and the English translation in this page.
ISANG ALAALA NG AKING BAYAN
Nagugunita ko ang nagdaang araw
ng kamusmusang kong kay sayang pumanaw
sa gilid ng isang baybaying luntian
ng rumaragasang agos ng dagatan;
Kung alalahanin ang damping marahan
halik sa noo ko ng hanging magaslaw
ito'y naglalagos sa 'king katauhan
lalong sumisigla't nagbabagong buhay
Kung aking masdan ang liryong busilak
animo'y nagduruyan sa hanging marahas
habang sa buhangin dito'y nakalatag
ang lubhang maalon, mapusok na dagat
Kung aking samyuin sa mga bulaklak
kabanguhan nito ay ikinakalat
ang bukang liwayway na nanganganinag
masayang bumabati, may ngiti sa lahat.
Naalaala kong may kasamang lumbay
ang kamusmusan ko nang nagdaang araw
Kasama-sama ko'y inang mapagmahal
siyang nagpapaganda sa aba kong buhay.
Naalaala kong lubhang mapanglaw
bayan kong Kalambang aking sinilangan
sa dalampasigan ng dagat-dagatan
sadlakan ng aking saya't kaaliwan
Di miminsang tumikim ng galak
sa tabing-ilog mong lubhang mapanatag
Mababakas pa rin yaong mga yapak
na nag-uunahan sa 'yong mga gubat
sa iyong kapilya'y sa ganda ay salat
ang mga dasal ko'y laging nag-aalab
habang ako nama'y maligayang ganap
bisa ng hanging mo ay walang katulad.
Ang kagubatan mong kahanga-hanga
Nababanaag ko'y Kamay ng Lumikha
sa iyong himlayan ay wala nang luha
wala nang daranas ni munting balisa
ang bughaw mong langit na tinitingala
dala ang pag-ibig sa puso at diwa
buong kalikasa'y titik na mistula
aking nasisinag pangarap kong tuwa.
Ang kamusmusan ko sa bayan kong giliw
dito'y masagana ang saya ko't aliw
ng naggagandahang tugtog at awitin
siyang nagtataboy ng luha't hilahil
Hayo na, bumalik ka't muli mong dalawin
ang katauhan ko'y dagling pagsamahin
tulad ng pagbalik ng ibon sa hardin
sa pananagana ng bukong nagbitin.
Paalam sa iyo, ako'y magpupuyat
ako'y magbabantay, walang paghuhumpay
ang kabutihan mo na sa aking pangarap
Nawa'y daluyan ka ng biyaya't lingap
ng dakilang Diwa ng maamong palad;
tanging ikaw lamang panatang maalab
pagdarasal kita sa lahat ng oras
na ikaw ay laging manatiling tapat.
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ISANG ALAALA NG AKING BAYAN
Nagugunita ko ang nagdaang araw
ng kamusmusang kong kay sayang pumanaw
sa gilid ng isang baybaying luntian
ng rumaragasang agos ng dagatan;
Kung alalahanin ang damping marahan
halik sa noo ko ng hanging magaslaw
ito'y naglalagos sa 'king katauhan
lalong sumisigla't nagbabagong buhay
Kung aking masdan ang liryong busilak
animo'y nagduruyan sa hanging marahas
habang sa buhangin dito'y nakalatag
ang lubhang maalon, mapusok na dagat
Kung aking samyuin sa mga bulaklak
kabanguhan nito ay ikinakalat
ang bukang liwayway na nanganganinag
masayang bumabati, may ngiti sa lahat.
Naalaala kong may kasamang lumbay
ang kamusmusan ko nang nagdaang araw
Kasama-sama ko'y inang mapagmahal
siyang nagpapaganda sa aba kong buhay.
Naalaala kong lubhang mapanglaw
bayan kong Kalambang aking sinilangan
sa dalampasigan ng dagat-dagatan
sadlakan ng aking saya't kaaliwan
Di miminsang tumikim ng galak
sa tabing-ilog mong lubhang mapanatag
Mababakas pa rin yaong mga yapak
na nag-uunahan sa 'yong mga gubat
sa iyong kapilya'y sa ganda ay salat
ang mga dasal ko'y laging nag-aalab
habang ako nama'y maligayang ganap
bisa ng hanging mo ay walang katulad.
Ang kagubatan mong kahanga-hanga
Nababanaag ko'y Kamay ng Lumikha
sa iyong himlayan ay wala nang luha
wala nang daranas ni munting balisa
ang bughaw mong langit na tinitingala
dala ang pag-ibig sa puso at diwa
buong kalikasa'y titik na mistula
aking nasisinag pangarap kong tuwa.
Ang kamusmusan ko sa bayan kong giliw
dito'y masagana ang saya ko't aliw
ng naggagandahang tugtog at awitin
siyang nagtataboy ng luha't hilahil
Hayo na, bumalik ka't muli mong dalawin
ang katauhan ko'y dagling pagsamahin
tulad ng pagbalik ng ibon sa hardin
sa pananagana ng bukong nagbitin.
Paalam sa iyo, ako'y magpupuyat
ako'y magbabantay, walang paghuhumpay
ang kabutihan mo na sa aking pangarap
Nawa'y daluyan ka ng biyaya't lingap
ng dakilang Diwa ng maamong palad;
tanging ikaw lamang panatang maalab
pagdarasal kita sa lahat ng oras
na ikaw ay laging manatiling tapat.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A TALISAY by JOSE RIZAL
This is poem of Jose Rizal in Spanish. There is no known translation.
A Talisay
Ninos somos, pues nacimos,
Mas el alma tenemos lozana
Y hombres fuertes seremos manana
Que sabran sus familias guardar.
Somos ninos que nada intimada,
Ni las olas ni el baguio ni el trueno;
Pronto brazo y el rostro sereno,
En el trance sabremos luchar.
Nuestros brazos manejan a turno
El cuchillo, la pluma, la azada,
Companeros de la fuerte razon.
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A Talisay
Ninos somos, pues nacimos,
Mas el alma tenemos lozana
Y hombres fuertes seremos manana
Que sabran sus familias guardar.
Somos ninos que nada intimada,
Ni las olas ni el baguio ni el trueno;
Pronto brazo y el rostro sereno,
En el trance sabremos luchar.
Nuestros brazos manejan a turno
El cuchillo, la pluma, la azada,
Companeros de la fuerte razon.
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
EDUCATION GIVES LUSTER TO THE MOTHERLAND by JOSE RIZAL
This is the English translation of Por La Educacion which can be found in this page.
Education Gives Luster To The Motherland
Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.
Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.
Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.
And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.
From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.
In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficient
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.
And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble breasts of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.
And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasue of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.
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Education Gives Luster To The Motherland
Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.
Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.
Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.
And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.
From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.
In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficient
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.
And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble breasts of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.
And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasue of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.
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Thursday, November 8, 2007
TO THE VIRGIN MARY by JOSE RIZAL
This is the English translation of Jose Rizal's poem, Sa Mahal na Birhen found in this page.
To The Virgin Mary
Mary, sweet peace, solace dear
Of pained mortal ! You're the fount
Whence emanates the stream of succour,
That without cease our soil fructifies.
From thy throne, from heaven high,
Kindly hear my sorrowful cry !
And may thy shining veil protect
My voice that rises with rapid flight.
Thou art my Mother, Mary, pure;
Thou'll be the fortress of my life;
Thou'll be my guide on this angry sea.
If ferociously vice pursues me,
If in my pains death harasses me,
Help me, and drive away my woes !
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To The Virgin Mary
Mary, sweet peace, solace dear
Of pained mortal ! You're the fount
Whence emanates the stream of succour,
That without cease our soil fructifies.
From thy throne, from heaven high,
Kindly hear my sorrowful cry !
And may thy shining veil protect
My voice that rises with rapid flight.
Thou art my Mother, Mary, pure;
Thou'll be the fortress of my life;
Thou'll be my guide on this angry sea.
If ferociously vice pursues me,
If in my pains death harasses me,
Help me, and drive away my woes !
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
EL EMBARQUE by JOSE RIZAL
El Embarque
En bello dia,
Cuando radiante
Febo en Levante
Feliz brillo,
En Barrameda
Con gran contento
El movimiento
Doquier reino.
Es que en las playas
Las carabelas
Hinchan las velas
Y a partir van;
Y un mundo ignoto,
Nobles guerreros
Con sus aceros
Conquistaran.
Y todo es jubilo
Todo alegria
Y bizarria
En la ciudad;
Doquier resuenan
Roncos rumores
De los tambores
Con majestad
Mil y mil salvas
Hace a las naves
Con ecos graves
Ronco canon,
Y a los soldados
El pueblo hispano
Saluda unfano
Con afeccion.
Adios! les dice,
Hijos amados,
Bravos soldados
Del patrio hogar;
Cenid de glorias
A nuestra Espana,
En la campana
De ignoto mar.
Mientras se alejan
Al suave aliento
Del fresco viento
Con emocion,
Todos bendicen
Con voz piadosa
Tan gloriosa
Heroica accion.
Saluda el pueblo
Por vez postrera
A la bandera
De Magallan,
Que lleva el rumbo
Al Oceano
De ruge insano
El huracan.
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En bello dia,
Cuando radiante
Febo en Levante
Feliz brillo,
En Barrameda
Con gran contento
El movimiento
Doquier reino.
Es que en las playas
Las carabelas
Hinchan las velas
Y a partir van;
Y un mundo ignoto,
Nobles guerreros
Con sus aceros
Conquistaran.
Y todo es jubilo
Todo alegria
Y bizarria
En la ciudad;
Doquier resuenan
Roncos rumores
De los tambores
Con majestad
Mil y mil salvas
Hace a las naves
Con ecos graves
Ronco canon,
Y a los soldados
El pueblo hispano
Saluda unfano
Con afeccion.
Adios! les dice,
Hijos amados,
Bravos soldados
Del patrio hogar;
Cenid de glorias
A nuestra Espana,
En la campana
De ignoto mar.
Mientras se alejan
Al suave aliento
Del fresco viento
Con emocion,
Todos bendicen
Con voz piadosa
Tan gloriosa
Heroica accion.
Saluda el pueblo
Por vez postrera
A la bandera
De Magallan,
Que lleva el rumbo
Al Oceano
De ruge insano
El huracan.
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
CANTO DEL VIAJERO by JOSE RIZAL
This is the Spanish version of the poem of Jose Rizal The Song of the Traveler in English which is found in this page and the Awit ng Manlalakbay in Tagalog which is found in this page.
Canto Del Viajero
Hoja seca que cuela indecisa
Y arrebata violente turbion,
Asi vive en la tierra el viajero,
Sin norte, sin alma, sin patria ni amor.
Busca ansioso doquiera la dicha
Y la dicha se aleja fugaz:
Vana sombra que burla su anhelo! ...
Por ella el viajero se lanza a la mar!
Impelido por mano invisible
Vagara confin en confin;
Los recuedos le haran compania
De seres queridos, de un dia feliz.
Una tumba quiza en el desiero
Hallara, dulce asilo de paz,
De su patria y del mundo olvidado ...
Descanse tranquilo, tras tanto penar !
Y le envidian al triste viajero
Cuando cruza la tierra veloz ...
Ay! no saben que dentro del alma
Existe un vacio de falta el amor!
Volvera el peregrino a su patria
Y a sus lares tal vez volvera,
Y hallara por doquier nieve y ruina
Amores perdidos, sepulcros, no mas.
Ve, Viajero, prosigue tu senda,
Extrangero en tu propio pais;
Deja a otros que canten amores,
Los otros que gocen; tu vuelve a partir.
Ve, viajero, no vuelvas el rostro,
Que no hay llanto que siga al adios;
Ve, viajero, y ahoga tu penas;
Que el mundo se burla de ajeno dolor.
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Canto Del Viajero
Hoja seca que cuela indecisa
Y arrebata violente turbion,
Asi vive en la tierra el viajero,
Sin norte, sin alma, sin patria ni amor.
Busca ansioso doquiera la dicha
Y la dicha se aleja fugaz:
Vana sombra que burla su anhelo! ...
Por ella el viajero se lanza a la mar!
Impelido por mano invisible
Vagara confin en confin;
Los recuedos le haran compania
De seres queridos, de un dia feliz.
Una tumba quiza en el desiero
Hallara, dulce asilo de paz,
De su patria y del mundo olvidado ...
Descanse tranquilo, tras tanto penar !
Y le envidian al triste viajero
Cuando cruza la tierra veloz ...
Ay! no saben que dentro del alma
Existe un vacio de falta el amor!
Volvera el peregrino a su patria
Y a sus lares tal vez volvera,
Y hallara por doquier nieve y ruina
Amores perdidos, sepulcros, no mas.
Ve, Viajero, prosigue tu senda,
Extrangero en tu propio pais;
Deja a otros que canten amores,
Los otros que gocen; tu vuelve a partir.
Ve, viajero, no vuelvas el rostro,
Que no hay llanto que siga al adios;
Ve, viajero, y ahoga tu penas;
Que el mundo se burla de ajeno dolor.
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
AWIT NG MANLALAKBAY by JOSE RIZAL
This is the Tagalog version of Jose Rizal's poem, Canto del Viajero which can be found in this page.
and the English version The Song of the Traveler which is found in the in this page.
Awit Ng Manlalakbay
Kagaya ng dahong nalanta, nalagas,
Sinisiklut-siklot ng hanging marahas;
Abang manlalakbay ay wala nang liyag,
Layuin, kalulwa't bayang matatawag.
Hinahabul-habol yaong kapalarang
Mailap at hindi masunggab-sunggaban;
Magandang pag-asa'y kung nanlalabo man,
Siya'y patuloy ring patungo kung saan!
Sa udyok ng hindi nakikitang lakas,
Silanga't Kanlura'y kanyang nililipad,
Mga minamahal ay napapangarap,
Gayon din ang araw ng pamamanatag.
Sa pusod ng isang disyertong mapanglaw,
Siya'y maaaring doon na mamatay,
Limot ng daigdig at sariling bayan,
Kamtan nawa niya ang kapayapaan!
Dami ng sa kanya ay nangaiinggit,
Ibong naglalakaby sa buong daigdig,
Hindi nila tanto ang laki ng hapis
Na sa kanyang puso ay lumiligalig.
Kung sa mga tanging minahal sa buhay
Siya'y magbalik pa pagdating ng araw,
Makikita niya'y mga guho lamang
At puntod ng kanyang mga kaibigan.
Abang manlalakbay! Huwag nang magbalik,
Sa sariling baya'y wala kang katalik;
Bayaang ang puso ng iba'y umawit,
Lumaboy kang muli sa buong daigdig.
Abang manlalakbay! Bakit babalik pa?
Ang luhang inyukol sa iyo'y tuyo na;
Abang manlalakbay! Limutin ang dusa,
Sa hapis ng tao, mundo'y nagtatawa.
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Awit Ng Manlalakbay
Kagaya ng dahong nalanta, nalagas,
Sinisiklut-siklot ng hanging marahas;
Abang manlalakbay ay wala nang liyag,
Layuin, kalulwa't bayang matatawag.
Hinahabul-habol yaong kapalarang
Mailap at hindi masunggab-sunggaban;
Magandang pag-asa'y kung nanlalabo man,
Siya'y patuloy ring patungo kung saan!
Sa udyok ng hindi nakikitang lakas,
Silanga't Kanlura'y kanyang nililipad,
Mga minamahal ay napapangarap,
Gayon din ang araw ng pamamanatag.
Sa pusod ng isang disyertong mapanglaw,
Siya'y maaaring doon na mamatay,
Limot ng daigdig at sariling bayan,
Kamtan nawa niya ang kapayapaan!
Dami ng sa kanya ay nangaiinggit,
Ibong naglalakaby sa buong daigdig,
Hindi nila tanto ang laki ng hapis
Na sa kanyang puso ay lumiligalig.
Kung sa mga tanging minahal sa buhay
Siya'y magbalik pa pagdating ng araw,
Makikita niya'y mga guho lamang
At puntod ng kanyang mga kaibigan.
Abang manlalakbay! Huwag nang magbalik,
Sa sariling baya'y wala kang katalik;
Bayaang ang puso ng iba'y umawit,
Lumaboy kang muli sa buong daigdig.
Abang manlalakbay! Bakit babalik pa?
Ang luhang inyukol sa iyo'y tuyo na;
Abang manlalakbay! Limutin ang dusa,
Sa hapis ng tao, mundo'y nagtatawa.
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
HYMN TO LABOR by JOSE RIZAL
Hymn To Labor
For the Motherland in war,
For the Motherland in peace,
Will the Filipino keep watch,
He will live until life will cease!
MEN :
Now the East is glowing with light,
Go! To the field to till the land,
For the labour of man sustains
Fam'ly, home and Motherland.
Hard the land may turn to be,
Scorching the rays of the sun above...
For the country, wife and children
All will be easy to our love.
(Chorus)
WIVES :
Go to work with spirits high,
For the wife keeps home faithfully,
Inculcates love in her children
For virtue, knowledge and country.
When the evening brings repose,
On returning joy awaits you,
And if fate is adverse, the wife,
Shall know the task to continue.
(Chorus)
MAIDENS :
Hail! Hail! Praise to labour,
Of the country wealth and vigor!
For it brow serene's exalted,
It's her blood, life, and ardor.
If some youth would show his love
Labor his faith will sustain :
Only a man who struggles and works
Will his offspring know to maintain.
(Chorus)
CHILDREN :
Teach, us ye the laborious work
To pursue your footsteps we wish,
For tomorrow when country calls us
We may be able your task to finish.
And on seeing us the elders will say :
"Look, they're worthy 'f their sires of yore!"
Incense does not honor the dead
As does a son with glory and valor.
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For the Motherland in war,
For the Motherland in peace,
Will the Filipino keep watch,
He will live until life will cease!
MEN :
Now the East is glowing with light,
Go! To the field to till the land,
For the labour of man sustains
Fam'ly, home and Motherland.
Hard the land may turn to be,
Scorching the rays of the sun above...
For the country, wife and children
All will be easy to our love.
(Chorus)
WIVES :
Go to work with spirits high,
For the wife keeps home faithfully,
Inculcates love in her children
For virtue, knowledge and country.
When the evening brings repose,
On returning joy awaits you,
And if fate is adverse, the wife,
Shall know the task to continue.
(Chorus)
MAIDENS :
Hail! Hail! Praise to labour,
Of the country wealth and vigor!
For it brow serene's exalted,
It's her blood, life, and ardor.
If some youth would show his love
Labor his faith will sustain :
Only a man who struggles and works
Will his offspring know to maintain.
(Chorus)
CHILDREN :
Teach, us ye the laborious work
To pursue your footsteps we wish,
For tomorrow when country calls us
We may be able your task to finish.
And on seeing us the elders will say :
"Look, they're worthy 'f their sires of yore!"
Incense does not honor the dead
As does a son with glory and valor.
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Monday, October 1, 2007
THE SONG OF THE TRAVELER
This is the English translation of Jose Rizal's poem, CANTO DEL VIAJERO in Spanish which is found in this page and AWIT NG MANLALAKBAY in Tagalog which is found in this page.
The Song Of The Traveler
A withered leaf which flies uncertainly
And hurled about by furious hurricanes,
So goes the traveler about the world,
No guide, no hope, no fatherland, no love.
Anxiously he seeks a better fortune
And fickle fortune always takes to flight;
A shadow vain that mocks at his desire!
For her the wanderer has plowed the seas.
Driven on by hands invisible,
Wandering from land to weary land,
Only memories to keep him company,
Of loved ones and of bygone happier days.
A tomb perhaps upon the desert
Calls him--refuge sweet of peace,--
Where, by his country and the world forgotten,
Tranquil he may sleep who knew such pain.
And if they envy this sad traveler
When he speeds so swiftly round the world,
Ah, little do they know that in his soul
Exist an aching void for want of love.
Should the wanderer turn back to his country,
And to his home, it may be, make his way,
He would find but snow and ruins everywhere,
All love destroyed, and sepulchres,--no more.
On, then, traveler, pursue your journey,
Stranger to the land where you were born.
Letting others sing their songs of love
And feel their joys, you fare on again.
And traveler, as you go, do not turn back,
For none will shed a tear to say farewell,
Go, pilgrim, try to drown your sorrow,
Because the world but scoffs when strangers grieve.
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The Song Of The Traveler
A withered leaf which flies uncertainly
And hurled about by furious hurricanes,
So goes the traveler about the world,
No guide, no hope, no fatherland, no love.
Anxiously he seeks a better fortune
And fickle fortune always takes to flight;
A shadow vain that mocks at his desire!
For her the wanderer has plowed the seas.
Driven on by hands invisible,
Wandering from land to weary land,
Only memories to keep him company,
Of loved ones and of bygone happier days.
A tomb perhaps upon the desert
Calls him--refuge sweet of peace,--
Where, by his country and the world forgotten,
Tranquil he may sleep who knew such pain.
And if they envy this sad traveler
When he speeds so swiftly round the world,
Ah, little do they know that in his soul
Exist an aching void for want of love.
Should the wanderer turn back to his country,
And to his home, it may be, make his way,
He would find but snow and ruins everywhere,
All love destroyed, and sepulchres,--no more.
On, then, traveler, pursue your journey,
Stranger to the land where you were born.
Letting others sing their songs of love
And feel their joys, you fare on again.
And traveler, as you go, do not turn back,
For none will shed a tear to say farewell,
Go, pilgrim, try to drown your sorrow,
Because the world but scoffs when strangers grieve.
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Thursday, September 27, 2007
VERSO DE ISAGANI by JOSE RIZAL
Verso De Isagani
Aguas somos, decis vosotros fuego;
Como lo querais, sea!
Vivamos en sosiego
Y el incendio jamas luchar nos vea!
Sino que unidos por la ciencia sabia
De las calderas en el seno ardiente,
Sin coleras, sin rabia
Formemos el vapor, quinto elemento,
Progreso, vida, luz y movimiento!
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Aguas somos, decis vosotros fuego;
Como lo querais, sea!
Vivamos en sosiego
Y el incendio jamas luchar nos vea!
Sino que unidos por la ciencia sabia
De las calderas en el seno ardiente,
Sin coleras, sin rabia
Formemos el vapor, quinto elemento,
Progreso, vida, luz y movimiento!
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
UN RECURDO MI PUEBLO by JOSE RIZAL
This is the Spanish version of the poem of Jose Rizal. The English version, Memories of my Town can be found in this page.
Un Recuerdo Mi Pueblo
Cuando recuerdo los días,
Que vieron mí edad primera
Junto á la verde ribera
De un lago murmurador;
Cuando recuerdo el susurro
De Favonio que mi frente
Recreaba dulcemente
Con delicioso frescor;
JO
Cuando miro en blanco lirio
Henchir con impetus el viento
Y el tempestuoso elemento
Manso en la arena dormir;
Cuando aspiro de las flores
Grata esencia embriagador
Que exhalan cuando la aurora
Nos comienza á sonreir;
Recuerdo, recuerdo triste
Tu faz, infancia preciosa,
Que una madre cariñosa
¡Ay! Consiguió embellecer.
Recuerdo un pueblo sencillo,
Mi contento, dicha y cuna,
Junto á la fresca laguna
Asiento de mi querer.
¡Oh! Si mi insegura planta
Holló tus bosques sombríos,
Y en las costas de tu ríos
Hallé grata diversion;
Oré en tu rústico templo
De niño, con fe sencilla
Y tu brisa sin mancilla
Alegró mi corazón.
Ví al Creador en la grandeza
De tus selvas seculares;
En tu seno los pesares
Nunca llegué á conocer;
Mientras tu azulado cielo
Miré, ni amor ni ternura
Me faltó, que en la Natura
Se cifraba mi placer.
Niñez tierna, pueblo hermoso,
Rica fuente de alegrías,
De armoniosas melodias
Que ahuyentan el pesar!
¡Volved mis horas suaves,
Volved, cual vuelven las aves
De las flores al brotar!
Mas¡ ay! Adiós! Vele eterno
Por tu paz, dicha y reposo,
Genio del bien, que bondoso
Sus dones da con amor;
Por tí mis fervientes votos,
Por tí mi constante anhelo
De aprender, y¡ plague al cielo
Conservase tu candor!
1869 Calamba, Laguna
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Un Recuerdo Mi Pueblo
Cuando recuerdo los días,
Que vieron mí edad primera
Junto á la verde ribera
De un lago murmurador;
Cuando recuerdo el susurro
De Favonio que mi frente
Recreaba dulcemente
Con delicioso frescor;
JO
Cuando miro en blanco lirio
Henchir con impetus el viento
Y el tempestuoso elemento
Manso en la arena dormir;
Cuando aspiro de las flores
Grata esencia embriagador
Que exhalan cuando la aurora
Nos comienza á sonreir;
Recuerdo, recuerdo triste
Tu faz, infancia preciosa,
Que una madre cariñosa
¡Ay! Consiguió embellecer.
Recuerdo un pueblo sencillo,
Mi contento, dicha y cuna,
Junto á la fresca laguna
Asiento de mi querer.
¡Oh! Si mi insegura planta
Holló tus bosques sombríos,
Y en las costas de tu ríos
Hallé grata diversion;
Oré en tu rústico templo
De niño, con fe sencilla
Y tu brisa sin mancilla
Alegró mi corazón.
Ví al Creador en la grandeza
De tus selvas seculares;
En tu seno los pesares
Nunca llegué á conocer;
Mientras tu azulado cielo
Miré, ni amor ni ternura
Me faltó, que en la Natura
Se cifraba mi placer.
Niñez tierna, pueblo hermoso,
Rica fuente de alegrías,
De armoniosas melodias
Que ahuyentan el pesar!
¡Volved mis horas suaves,
Volved, cual vuelven las aves
De las flores al brotar!
Mas¡ ay! Adiós! Vele eterno
Por tu paz, dicha y reposo,
Genio del bien, que bondoso
Sus dones da con amor;
Por tí mis fervientes votos,
Por tí mi constante anhelo
De aprender, y¡ plague al cielo
Conservase tu candor!
1869 Calamba, Laguna
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
My Retreat
My Retreat
by José Rizal
(A Translation from the Spanish by Nick Joaquin)
For Spanish version, see Me Retiro
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I planted my humble hut beneath a pleasant orchard,
seeking in the still serenity of the woods
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
Its roof is fragile nipa; its floor is brittle bamboo;
its beams and posts are rough as rough-hewn wood can be;
of no worth, it is certain, is my rustic cabin;
but on the lap of the eternal mount it slumbers
and night and day is lulled by the crooning of the sea.
The overflowing brook, that from the shadowy jungle
descends between huge bolders, washes it with its spray,
donating a current of water through makeshift bamboo pipes
that in the silent night is melody and music
and crystalline nectar in the noon heat of the day.
If the sky is serene, meekly flows the spring,
strumming on its invisible zither unceasingly;
but come the time of the rains, and an impetuous torrent
spills over rocks and chasms—hoarse, foaming and aboil—
to hurl itself with a frenzied roaring toward the sea.
The barking of the dog, the twittering of the birds,
the hoarse voice of the kalaw are all that I hear;
there is no boastful man, no nuisance of a neighbor
to impose himself on my mind or to disturb my passage;
only the forests and the sea do I have near.
The sea, the sea is everything! Its sovereign mass
brings to me atoms of a myriad faraway lands;
its bright smile animates me in the limpid mornings;
and when at the end of day my faith has proven futile,
my heart echoes the sound of its sorrow on the sands.
At night it is a mystery! … Its diaphanous element
is carpeted with thousands and thousands of lights that climb;
the wandering breeze is cool, the firmament is brilliant,
the waves narrate with many a sigh to the mild wind
histories that were lost in the dark night of time.
‘Tis said they tell of the first morning on the earth,
of the first kiss with which the sun inflamed her breast,
when multitudes of beings materialized from nothing
to populate the abyss and the overhanging summits
and all the places where that quickening kiss was pressed.
But when the winds rage in the darkness of the night
and the unquiet waves commence their agony,
across the air move cries that terrify the spirit,
a chorus of voices praying, a lamentation that seems
to come from those who, long ago, drowned in the sea.
Then do the mountain ranges on high reverberate;
the trees stir far and wide, by a fit of trembling seized;
the cattle moan; the dark depths of the forest resound;
their spirits say that they are on their way to the plain,
summoned by the dead to a mortuary feast.
The wild night hisses, hisses, confused and terrifying;
one sees the sea afire with flames of green and blue;
but calm is re-established with the approach of dawning
and forthwith an intrepid little fishing vessel
begins to navigate the weary waves anew.
So pass the days of my life in my obscure retreat;
cast out of the world where once I dwelt: such is my rare
good fortune; and Providence be praised for my condition:
a disregarded pebble that craves nothing but moss
to hide from all the treasure that in myself I bear.
I live with the remembrance of those that I have loved
and hear their names still spoken, who haunt my memory;
some already are dead, others have long forgotten—
but what does it matter? I live remembering the past
and no one can ever take the past away from me.
It is my faithful friend that never turns against me,
that cheers my spirit when my spirit’s a lonesome wraith,
that in my sleepless nights keeps watch with me and prays
with me, and shares with me my exile and my cabin,
and, when all doubt, alone infuses me with faith.
Faith do I have, and I believe the day will shine
when the Idea shall defeat brute force as well;
and after the struggle and the lingering agony
a voice more eloquent and happier than my own
will then know how to utter victory’s canticle.
I see the heavens shining, as flawless and refulgent
as in the days that saw my first illusions start;
I feel the same breeze kissing my autumnal brow,
the same that once enkindled my fervent enthusiasm
and turned the blood ebullient within my youthful heart.
Across the fields and rivers of my native town
perhaps has traveled the breeze that now I breathe by chance;
perhaps it will give back to me what once I gave it:
the sighs and kisses of a person idolized
and the sweet secrets of a virginal romance.
On seeing the same moon, as silvery as before,
I feel within me the ancient melancholy revive;
a thousand memories of love and vows awaken:
a patio, an azotea, a beach, a leafy bower;
silences and sighs, and blushes of delight …
A butterfly athirst for radiances and colors,
dreaming of other skies and of a larger strife,
I left, scarcely a youth, my land and my affections,
and vagrant everywhere, with no qualms, with no terrors,
squandered in foreign lands the April of my life.
And afterwards, when I desired, a weary swallow,
to go back to the nest of those for whom I care,
suddenly fiercely roared a violent hurricane
and I found my wings broken, my dwelling place demolished,
faith now sold to others, and ruins everywhere.
Hurled upon a rock of the country I adore;
the future ruined; no home, no health to bring me cheer;
you come to me anew, dreams of rose and gold,
of my entire existence the solitary treasure,
convictions of a youth that was healthy and sincere.
No more are you, like once, full of fire and life,
offering a thousand crowns to immortality;
somewhat serious I find you; and yet your face beloved,
if now no longer as merry, if now no longer as vivid,
now bear the superscription of fidelity.
You offer me, O illusions, the cup of consolation;
you come to reawaken the years of youthful mirth;
hurricane, I thank you; winds of heaven, I thank you
that in good hour suspended by uncertain flight
to bring me down to the bosom of my native earth.
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I found in my land a refuge under a pleasant orchard,
and in its shadowy forests, serene tranquility,
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
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by José Rizal
(A Translation from the Spanish by Nick Joaquin)
For Spanish version, see Me Retiro
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I planted my humble hut beneath a pleasant orchard,
seeking in the still serenity of the woods
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
Its roof is fragile nipa; its floor is brittle bamboo;
its beams and posts are rough as rough-hewn wood can be;
of no worth, it is certain, is my rustic cabin;
but on the lap of the eternal mount it slumbers
and night and day is lulled by the crooning of the sea.
The overflowing brook, that from the shadowy jungle
descends between huge bolders, washes it with its spray,
donating a current of water through makeshift bamboo pipes
that in the silent night is melody and music
and crystalline nectar in the noon heat of the day.
If the sky is serene, meekly flows the spring,
strumming on its invisible zither unceasingly;
but come the time of the rains, and an impetuous torrent
spills over rocks and chasms—hoarse, foaming and aboil—
to hurl itself with a frenzied roaring toward the sea.
The barking of the dog, the twittering of the birds,
the hoarse voice of the kalaw are all that I hear;
there is no boastful man, no nuisance of a neighbor
to impose himself on my mind or to disturb my passage;
only the forests and the sea do I have near.
The sea, the sea is everything! Its sovereign mass
brings to me atoms of a myriad faraway lands;
its bright smile animates me in the limpid mornings;
and when at the end of day my faith has proven futile,
my heart echoes the sound of its sorrow on the sands.
At night it is a mystery! … Its diaphanous element
is carpeted with thousands and thousands of lights that climb;
the wandering breeze is cool, the firmament is brilliant,
the waves narrate with many a sigh to the mild wind
histories that were lost in the dark night of time.
‘Tis said they tell of the first morning on the earth,
of the first kiss with which the sun inflamed her breast,
when multitudes of beings materialized from nothing
to populate the abyss and the overhanging summits
and all the places where that quickening kiss was pressed.
But when the winds rage in the darkness of the night
and the unquiet waves commence their agony,
across the air move cries that terrify the spirit,
a chorus of voices praying, a lamentation that seems
to come from those who, long ago, drowned in the sea.
Then do the mountain ranges on high reverberate;
the trees stir far and wide, by a fit of trembling seized;
the cattle moan; the dark depths of the forest resound;
their spirits say that they are on their way to the plain,
summoned by the dead to a mortuary feast.
The wild night hisses, hisses, confused and terrifying;
one sees the sea afire with flames of green and blue;
but calm is re-established with the approach of dawning
and forthwith an intrepid little fishing vessel
begins to navigate the weary waves anew.
So pass the days of my life in my obscure retreat;
cast out of the world where once I dwelt: such is my rare
good fortune; and Providence be praised for my condition:
a disregarded pebble that craves nothing but moss
to hide from all the treasure that in myself I bear.
I live with the remembrance of those that I have loved
and hear their names still spoken, who haunt my memory;
some already are dead, others have long forgotten—
but what does it matter? I live remembering the past
and no one can ever take the past away from me.
It is my faithful friend that never turns against me,
that cheers my spirit when my spirit’s a lonesome wraith,
that in my sleepless nights keeps watch with me and prays
with me, and shares with me my exile and my cabin,
and, when all doubt, alone infuses me with faith.
Faith do I have, and I believe the day will shine
when the Idea shall defeat brute force as well;
and after the struggle and the lingering agony
a voice more eloquent and happier than my own
will then know how to utter victory’s canticle.
I see the heavens shining, as flawless and refulgent
as in the days that saw my first illusions start;
I feel the same breeze kissing my autumnal brow,
the same that once enkindled my fervent enthusiasm
and turned the blood ebullient within my youthful heart.
Across the fields and rivers of my native town
perhaps has traveled the breeze that now I breathe by chance;
perhaps it will give back to me what once I gave it:
the sighs and kisses of a person idolized
and the sweet secrets of a virginal romance.
On seeing the same moon, as silvery as before,
I feel within me the ancient melancholy revive;
a thousand memories of love and vows awaken:
a patio, an azotea, a beach, a leafy bower;
silences and sighs, and blushes of delight …
A butterfly athirst for radiances and colors,
dreaming of other skies and of a larger strife,
I left, scarcely a youth, my land and my affections,
and vagrant everywhere, with no qualms, with no terrors,
squandered in foreign lands the April of my life.
And afterwards, when I desired, a weary swallow,
to go back to the nest of those for whom I care,
suddenly fiercely roared a violent hurricane
and I found my wings broken, my dwelling place demolished,
faith now sold to others, and ruins everywhere.
Hurled upon a rock of the country I adore;
the future ruined; no home, no health to bring me cheer;
you come to me anew, dreams of rose and gold,
of my entire existence the solitary treasure,
convictions of a youth that was healthy and sincere.
No more are you, like once, full of fire and life,
offering a thousand crowns to immortality;
somewhat serious I find you; and yet your face beloved,
if now no longer as merry, if now no longer as vivid,
now bear the superscription of fidelity.
You offer me, O illusions, the cup of consolation;
you come to reawaken the years of youthful mirth;
hurricane, I thank you; winds of heaven, I thank you
that in good hour suspended by uncertain flight
to bring me down to the bosom of my native earth.
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I found in my land a refuge under a pleasant orchard,
and in its shadowy forests, serene tranquility,
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
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Monday, June 18, 2007
Mi Retiro
Mi Retiro
by Jose Rizal
For English translation, see My Retirement.
Cabe anchurosa playa de fina y suave arena
y al pie de una montaña cubierta de verdor
planté mi choza humilde bajo arboleda amena,
buscando de los bosques en la quietud serena
reposo a mi cerebro, silencio a mi dolor.
Su techo es frágil su suelo débil cana,
sus vigas y columnas maderas sin labrar;
nada vale, por cierto, mi rústica cabaña;
mas duerme en el regazo de la eterna montaña,
y la canta y la arrulla noche y días el mar.
Un afluente arroyuelo, que de la selva umbria
desciende entre peñascos, la baña con amor,
y un chorro le regala por tosca cañería
que en la cálida noche es canto y melodía
y néctar cristalino del día en el calor.
Si el cielo esta sereno, mansa corre la fuente,
Su cítara invisible tañedo sin cesar;
pero vienen las lluvias, e impetuoso torrente
peñas y abismos salta, ronco, espumante, hirviente,
y se arroja rugiendo frenético hacia el mar.
Del perro los ladridos, de las aves trino
del kalao la voz ronca solas se oyen alli,
no hay hombre vanidoso ni importuno vecino
que se imponga a mi mente, ni estorbo mi camino;
solo tengo las selvas y el mar cerca de mí.
El mar, el mar es todo! su masa soberana
los átomos me trae de mundos que lejos son;
me alienta su sonrisa de límpida mañana,
y cuando por la tarde mi fe resulta vana
encuentra en sus tristezas un eco el corazón.
DE noche es un arcano! ... su diáfano elemento
se cubre de millares, y millares de luz;
la brisa vaga fresca, reluce el firmamento,
las olas en suspiros cuentan al manso viento
historias que se pierden del tiempo en el capiz.
Dizque cuentan del mundo la primera alborada,
del sol el primer beso que su seno encendió,
cuando miles de seres surgieron de la nada,
y el abismo poblaron y la cima encumbrada
y doquiera su beso facundante estampó.
Mas cuando en noche oscura los vientos enfurecen
y las inquietas alas comienzan a agitar,
crusan en aire gritos que el ánimo estremecen
, coros, voces que rezan, lamentos que parecen
exhalar los que un tiempo se hundieron en el mar.
Entonces repercuten los montes de la altura,
los árboles se agitan de confín a confín;
aullan los ganados, retumba la espesura,
sus espíritus dicen que van a la llanura
llamadas por los muertos a fúnebre festín.
Silva, silva la noche, confusa, aterradora;
verdes, azules llamas en el mar vense arder;
mas la calma renace con la próxima aurora
y pronto una atrevida barquilla pescadora
las fatigadas alas comienza a recorrer.
Asi pasan los días en mi oscuro retiro,
desterrado del mundo donde tiempo viví,
de mi rara fortuna la providencia admiro:
quijarro abandonado que al musgo solo aspiro
para ocultar a todos el mundo que tengo en mí!
Vivo con los recuerdos de los que yo he amado
y oigo de vez en cuando sus nombres pronunciar:
unos estan ya muertos, otros me han abandonado;
¿mas que importa? ... Yo vivo pensando en lo pasado
y lo pasado nadie me puede arrebatar.
El es mi fiel amigo que nunca me desdora
que siempre alienta el alma cuando triste la ve,
que en mis noches de insomnio conmigo vela y ora
conmigo, y en mi destierro y en mi cabaña mora,
y cuando todos dudan solo él me infunde fe.
Yo la tengo, y yo espero que ha de brillar un día
en que venza la idea a la fuerza brutal,
que después de la lucha y la lente agonía,
otra voz mas sonora y mas feliz que la mía
sabrá cantar entonces el cántico truinfal.
Veo brillar el cielo tan puro y refulgente
como cuando forjaba mi primera ilusión,
el mismo soplo siento besar mi mustia frente,
el mismo que encendía mi entusiasmo ferviente
y hacía hervir la sangre del joven corazón.
Yo respiro la brisa que acaso haya pasado
por los campos y ríos de mi pueblo natal;
acaso me devuelva lo que antes le he confiado
los besos y suspiros de un ser idolatrado,
las dulces confidencias de un amor virginal!
Al ver la misma luna, cual antes argentada,
la antigua melancolía siento en mi renancer;
despiertan mil recuerdos de amor y fe jurada ...
un patio, una azotea, la playa, un enramada,
silencios y suspiros, rubores de placer ...
Mariposa sedienta de la luz y de colores,
sonando en otros cielos y en más vasto pensil,
dejé, jóven apenas, mi patria y mis amores,
y errante por doquiera sin dudas, sin temores,
gasté en tierras extrañas de mi vida de abril.
Y despues, cuando quise, golondrina causada,
al nido de mis padres y de mi amor volver,
rugió fiera de pronto violenta turbonada:
vense rotas mis alas, desecha la morada,
la fe vendida a otros y ruinas por doquier.
Lanzado a una pana de la patria que adora,
el porvenir destruído, sin hogar, sin salud,
de toda mi existencia el único tesoro,
creencias de una sana, sincera juventud.
Ya no sóis como antes, llenas de fuego y vida
brindando mil coronas a la inmortalidad;
algo serias os hallo; mas nuestra faz querida
si ya es tan sincera, si esta descolorida
en cambio lleva el sello de la fidelidad.
Me ofrecéis, oh ilusiones! la copa del consuelo,
y mis jovenes años a despertar venís:
gracias a ti, tormenta; gracias, vientos del cielo,
que a buena hora supísteis cortar mi incierto vuelo,
para abatirme al suelo de mi natal país.
Cabe anchurosa playa de fina y suave arena
y al pie de una montaña cubierta de verdor,
hallé en mi patria asilo bajo arboleda amena,
y en sus umbrosos bosques, tranquilidad serena,
reposo a mi cerebro, silencio a mi dolor.
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by Jose Rizal
For English translation, see My Retirement.
Cabe anchurosa playa de fina y suave arena
y al pie de una montaña cubierta de verdor
planté mi choza humilde bajo arboleda amena,
buscando de los bosques en la quietud serena
reposo a mi cerebro, silencio a mi dolor.
Su techo es frágil su suelo débil cana,
sus vigas y columnas maderas sin labrar;
nada vale, por cierto, mi rústica cabaña;
mas duerme en el regazo de la eterna montaña,
y la canta y la arrulla noche y días el mar.
Un afluente arroyuelo, que de la selva umbria
desciende entre peñascos, la baña con amor,
y un chorro le regala por tosca cañería
que en la cálida noche es canto y melodía
y néctar cristalino del día en el calor.
Si el cielo esta sereno, mansa corre la fuente,
Su cítara invisible tañedo sin cesar;
pero vienen las lluvias, e impetuoso torrente
peñas y abismos salta, ronco, espumante, hirviente,
y se arroja rugiendo frenético hacia el mar.
Del perro los ladridos, de las aves trino
del kalao la voz ronca solas se oyen alli,
no hay hombre vanidoso ni importuno vecino
que se imponga a mi mente, ni estorbo mi camino;
solo tengo las selvas y el mar cerca de mí.
El mar, el mar es todo! su masa soberana
los átomos me trae de mundos que lejos son;
me alienta su sonrisa de límpida mañana,
y cuando por la tarde mi fe resulta vana
encuentra en sus tristezas un eco el corazón.
DE noche es un arcano! ... su diáfano elemento
se cubre de millares, y millares de luz;
la brisa vaga fresca, reluce el firmamento,
las olas en suspiros cuentan al manso viento
historias que se pierden del tiempo en el capiz.
Dizque cuentan del mundo la primera alborada,
del sol el primer beso que su seno encendió,
cuando miles de seres surgieron de la nada,
y el abismo poblaron y la cima encumbrada
y doquiera su beso facundante estampó.
Mas cuando en noche oscura los vientos enfurecen
y las inquietas alas comienzan a agitar,
crusan en aire gritos que el ánimo estremecen
, coros, voces que rezan, lamentos que parecen
exhalar los que un tiempo se hundieron en el mar.
Entonces repercuten los montes de la altura,
los árboles se agitan de confín a confín;
aullan los ganados, retumba la espesura,
sus espíritus dicen que van a la llanura
llamadas por los muertos a fúnebre festín.
Silva, silva la noche, confusa, aterradora;
verdes, azules llamas en el mar vense arder;
mas la calma renace con la próxima aurora
y pronto una atrevida barquilla pescadora
las fatigadas alas comienza a recorrer.
Asi pasan los días en mi oscuro retiro,
desterrado del mundo donde tiempo viví,
de mi rara fortuna la providencia admiro:
quijarro abandonado que al musgo solo aspiro
para ocultar a todos el mundo que tengo en mí!
Vivo con los recuerdos de los que yo he amado
y oigo de vez en cuando sus nombres pronunciar:
unos estan ya muertos, otros me han abandonado;
¿mas que importa? ... Yo vivo pensando en lo pasado
y lo pasado nadie me puede arrebatar.
El es mi fiel amigo que nunca me desdora
que siempre alienta el alma cuando triste la ve,
que en mis noches de insomnio conmigo vela y ora
conmigo, y en mi destierro y en mi cabaña mora,
y cuando todos dudan solo él me infunde fe.
Yo la tengo, y yo espero que ha de brillar un día
en que venza la idea a la fuerza brutal,
que después de la lucha y la lente agonía,
otra voz mas sonora y mas feliz que la mía
sabrá cantar entonces el cántico truinfal.
Veo brillar el cielo tan puro y refulgente
como cuando forjaba mi primera ilusión,
el mismo soplo siento besar mi mustia frente,
el mismo que encendía mi entusiasmo ferviente
y hacía hervir la sangre del joven corazón.
Yo respiro la brisa que acaso haya pasado
por los campos y ríos de mi pueblo natal;
acaso me devuelva lo que antes le he confiado
los besos y suspiros de un ser idolatrado,
las dulces confidencias de un amor virginal!
Al ver la misma luna, cual antes argentada,
la antigua melancolía siento en mi renancer;
despiertan mil recuerdos de amor y fe jurada ...
un patio, una azotea, la playa, un enramada,
silencios y suspiros, rubores de placer ...
Mariposa sedienta de la luz y de colores,
sonando en otros cielos y en más vasto pensil,
dejé, jóven apenas, mi patria y mis amores,
y errante por doquiera sin dudas, sin temores,
gasté en tierras extrañas de mi vida de abril.
Y despues, cuando quise, golondrina causada,
al nido de mis padres y de mi amor volver,
rugió fiera de pronto violenta turbonada:
vense rotas mis alas, desecha la morada,
la fe vendida a otros y ruinas por doquier.
Lanzado a una pana de la patria que adora,
el porvenir destruído, sin hogar, sin salud,
de toda mi existencia el único tesoro,
creencias de una sana, sincera juventud.
Ya no sóis como antes, llenas de fuego y vida
brindando mil coronas a la inmortalidad;
algo serias os hallo; mas nuestra faz querida
si ya es tan sincera, si esta descolorida
en cambio lleva el sello de la fidelidad.
Me ofrecéis, oh ilusiones! la copa del consuelo,
y mis jovenes años a despertar venís:
gracias a ti, tormenta; gracias, vientos del cielo,
que a buena hora supísteis cortar mi incierto vuelo,
para abatirme al suelo de mi natal país.
Cabe anchurosa playa de fina y suave arena
y al pie de una montaña cubierta de verdor,
hallé en mi patria asilo bajo arboleda amena,
y en sus umbrosos bosques, tranquilidad serena,
reposo a mi cerebro, silencio a mi dolor.
Jose Rizal biography,timeline,Jose Rizal's poems,Mi Ultimo Adios,My Last Farewell,A La Juventud Filipina
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Huring Paaram-Bicol translation of Mi Ultimo Adios
Bicol Translation of Last Farewell
Bicol: Huring Paaram
Ni Dr. Jose P. Rizal
Sinurat sa Bicol ni Jose T. Figueroa
For original Spanish version, see Mi Ultimo Adios
For German translation, see "Mein Letztes Lebewohl"
For English translation, see My Last Farewell.
Paaram saimo banuang minamahal, dagang pinaorog nin astro nin aldao,
Perlang magayonon, mutia sa sirangan, maguinhauang Eden, ica babayaan.
Aco mapa-gadan ta saimo I-alay buhay cong mamondo asin malipongao,
Cun cuta na maogma, masarig, mabansay, lalo cong idolot ngani cang ma-buhay.
Sa campong labanan minaagap dacol, buhay hinahatod daing orong-orong,
Di na iniisip cun anong aabton, lango an cabagay cun momoninongon.
Dustang bibitayan, cetro o corona, madaog, manaog, magsaquit, mag ogma,
An gabos na ini ranya sa sainda cun iyo an hagad can satuyang banua.
Can aco sadang pa, culang pa nin boot, caso dacula na sangcap na nin cosog,
Ica, iyo sana sa isip an laog, ica daing iba an pinngangatorog.
¡Daing hanap cundi, oh, mutia nin dagat! An luha sa mata obos na mahoblas,
Angog mong magayon ma-panong liuanag, sa puso ma-hale an tacot, an ngirhat.
Aco magagadan oras nin pag-sinag sa licod nin diclom, aldao nin libertad,
Cun hanap mo, banua, dugo mag-uarasac, uya an dugo co minsan anong oras.
I-uasac mong biyo, di mo pagnyanongan, cun mataong curay sa aldao na iyan,
Tara sacong laom dugo co uarasan, gayon nin banaag na bagong somirang.
Banuang dayaday co na pagñatorogan, mau-ot cong bolanos sa bilog cong buhay,
Ma-buhay ca banua! Iyo an agrangay caining ma-hale, saimo ma-suhay.
Ma-buhay ca! Oh, labilabing gayon, na aco ma-pucan, ica an bomangon,
Ica an ma-buhay, aco an gadanon, asin an bangcay co sa lindong mo ilobong.
Cun sa linobongan co sa hodian na aldao, sa tahao nin doot igua nin somongao,
Macumbabang burac saca mo matanao, hadoque ta iayn ancalag cong tunay.
Hadoque ta nganing sacong ma-matean sa tahao nin lipot nin sacong linobongan,
Masangayang init nin saimong hangao asin an managum na simong pagmahal.
Hare pag-olanga liuanag nin bulan, can boot somongco sa sacong linobongan,
Aldao pabayae oras nin pagsirang cun i-alay saco an saiyang bangrao.
Di mo pag-pogolon tomangis an doros, an gamgam tomogdon sa sacuyang cruz,
Gamgam togotan mo na an pagcamoroot ipag-roquiao nia sa maogmang tigñog.
Pabayae an aldao sa cosog nin init, oran na ma-holog ibalic sa langit
Na day nang ati, lobos nang matubis, ta caiba caiyan sacong hinanaquit.
Pabayae an gabos na sacong catood magnangag-tangis sinda caining pag-talicod,
Cun iguang ma-mibi sa sacong panongod, hagada man, banua, murauay co sa Dios.
Hagada sa lagñit an camoninogñan can manga gadan na simo an dahelan,
Can magña aqui mong nasa bilangoan, ipaquemaherac an caguinhauaan.
Asin magña inang sa luha nalamos, balo patin ilo tagob nin pag-tios,
Sa gabos caini hagadang padagos hanap mong libertad ma-camtan mo tolos.
Cun sa labing diclom nin banguing lipotoc, ma-para sa mata an linobongan gabos
Na day na cundi gadan an magtanod, moninong galange, hero mo i-ontoc.
Herote nin marhay an camoninongan, misterio nin Bangui di mo pag-ribocan,
Cun maca-dagñog ca tigñog na ano man, aco iyan, banua, simo nagroroquiao.
Cun an linobongan co lingao na nin gabos, day na nin tanda, day na minsan cruz,
Arado togote asin an asadol, ronoton, i-uasac dagang minaosbol .
Asin an abo ngapit can sacuyang bangcay, cun manga ronot na gabos sagcod tolang,
Bago mapa-balic sa day nin saysay, sa simong alfombra maguin alpog lamang.
Cun siring day na sa saco nin haros na aco lingawan, paraon padagos,
Sa panganoron mo, patag patin bolod di co oontocan sinda nin paglibot.
Sa ogong, sa bac-ho, sa pag-aagrangay, sa manga pag-auit asin sa pag-roquiao,
Saimong pagdangog tingog cong malinao, ta tingog mo aco sagcod noarin man.
Ma-saro sa curay, sa bangrao ma-salac, ma-iaba sa amio nin gabos na burac,
Sa pagolit-olit, sa puso mo i-bogtac dalisay cong pag-tobod na di mapa-hamac.
Inang Filipinas, saquit nin saquit co, huri cong paaram gñonian acoon mo,
Ama patin ina iualat co saimo, sagcod pa an gabos na minamahal co.
Aco ma-paduman sa dagang mapalad, na daing oripon, verdugo, o palpal,
An pag-tobod day iquina-gagadan, haros ta an Dios sana an nag-hahade duman.
Paaram ina co, ama, magña tugang, buhay nin buhay co, saco nag-ataman,
Paghale cong ini pag-pasalamatan ta iyong ma-tapos manga casaquitan.
Paaram, oh!
Agom na nagherot saco, taga ibang daga ranga caining puso,
Paaram sa gabos, di camo mag-mondo ta an cagadanon iyong pag-hingalo.
Note: Some words with gn have to be revised.
poem,Jose Rizal,Last Farewell
Bicol: Huring Paaram
Ni Dr. Jose P. Rizal
Sinurat sa Bicol ni Jose T. Figueroa
For original Spanish version, see Mi Ultimo Adios
For German translation, see "Mein Letztes Lebewohl"
For English translation, see My Last Farewell.
Paaram saimo banuang minamahal, dagang pinaorog nin astro nin aldao,
Perlang magayonon, mutia sa sirangan, maguinhauang Eden, ica babayaan.
Aco mapa-gadan ta saimo I-alay buhay cong mamondo asin malipongao,
Cun cuta na maogma, masarig, mabansay, lalo cong idolot ngani cang ma-buhay.
Sa campong labanan minaagap dacol, buhay hinahatod daing orong-orong,
Di na iniisip cun anong aabton, lango an cabagay cun momoninongon.
Dustang bibitayan, cetro o corona, madaog, manaog, magsaquit, mag ogma,
An gabos na ini ranya sa sainda cun iyo an hagad can satuyang banua.
Can aco sadang pa, culang pa nin boot, caso dacula na sangcap na nin cosog,
Ica, iyo sana sa isip an laog, ica daing iba an pinngangatorog.
¡Daing hanap cundi, oh, mutia nin dagat! An luha sa mata obos na mahoblas,
Angog mong magayon ma-panong liuanag, sa puso ma-hale an tacot, an ngirhat.
Aco magagadan oras nin pag-sinag sa licod nin diclom, aldao nin libertad,
Cun hanap mo, banua, dugo mag-uarasac, uya an dugo co minsan anong oras.
I-uasac mong biyo, di mo pagnyanongan, cun mataong curay sa aldao na iyan,
Tara sacong laom dugo co uarasan, gayon nin banaag na bagong somirang.
Banuang dayaday co na pagñatorogan, mau-ot cong bolanos sa bilog cong buhay,
Ma-buhay ca banua! Iyo an agrangay caining ma-hale, saimo ma-suhay.
Ma-buhay ca! Oh, labilabing gayon, na aco ma-pucan, ica an bomangon,
Ica an ma-buhay, aco an gadanon, asin an bangcay co sa lindong mo ilobong.
Cun sa linobongan co sa hodian na aldao, sa tahao nin doot igua nin somongao,
Macumbabang burac saca mo matanao, hadoque ta iayn ancalag cong tunay.
Hadoque ta nganing sacong ma-matean sa tahao nin lipot nin sacong linobongan,
Masangayang init nin saimong hangao asin an managum na simong pagmahal.
Hare pag-olanga liuanag nin bulan, can boot somongco sa sacong linobongan,
Aldao pabayae oras nin pagsirang cun i-alay saco an saiyang bangrao.
Di mo pag-pogolon tomangis an doros, an gamgam tomogdon sa sacuyang cruz,
Gamgam togotan mo na an pagcamoroot ipag-roquiao nia sa maogmang tigñog.
Pabayae an aldao sa cosog nin init, oran na ma-holog ibalic sa langit
Na day nang ati, lobos nang matubis, ta caiba caiyan sacong hinanaquit.
Pabayae an gabos na sacong catood magnangag-tangis sinda caining pag-talicod,
Cun iguang ma-mibi sa sacong panongod, hagada man, banua, murauay co sa Dios.
Hagada sa lagñit an camoninogñan can manga gadan na simo an dahelan,
Can magña aqui mong nasa bilangoan, ipaquemaherac an caguinhauaan.
Asin magña inang sa luha nalamos, balo patin ilo tagob nin pag-tios,
Sa gabos caini hagadang padagos hanap mong libertad ma-camtan mo tolos.
Cun sa labing diclom nin banguing lipotoc, ma-para sa mata an linobongan gabos
Na day na cundi gadan an magtanod, moninong galange, hero mo i-ontoc.
Herote nin marhay an camoninongan, misterio nin Bangui di mo pag-ribocan,
Cun maca-dagñog ca tigñog na ano man, aco iyan, banua, simo nagroroquiao.
Cun an linobongan co lingao na nin gabos, day na nin tanda, day na minsan cruz,
Arado togote asin an asadol, ronoton, i-uasac dagang minaosbol .
Asin an abo ngapit can sacuyang bangcay, cun manga ronot na gabos sagcod tolang,
Bago mapa-balic sa day nin saysay, sa simong alfombra maguin alpog lamang.
Cun siring day na sa saco nin haros na aco lingawan, paraon padagos,
Sa panganoron mo, patag patin bolod di co oontocan sinda nin paglibot.
Sa ogong, sa bac-ho, sa pag-aagrangay, sa manga pag-auit asin sa pag-roquiao,
Saimong pagdangog tingog cong malinao, ta tingog mo aco sagcod noarin man.
Ma-saro sa curay, sa bangrao ma-salac, ma-iaba sa amio nin gabos na burac,
Sa pagolit-olit, sa puso mo i-bogtac dalisay cong pag-tobod na di mapa-hamac.
Inang Filipinas, saquit nin saquit co, huri cong paaram gñonian acoon mo,
Ama patin ina iualat co saimo, sagcod pa an gabos na minamahal co.
Aco ma-paduman sa dagang mapalad, na daing oripon, verdugo, o palpal,
An pag-tobod day iquina-gagadan, haros ta an Dios sana an nag-hahade duman.
Paaram ina co, ama, magña tugang, buhay nin buhay co, saco nag-ataman,
Paghale cong ini pag-pasalamatan ta iyong ma-tapos manga casaquitan.
Paaram, oh!
Agom na nagherot saco, taga ibang daga ranga caining puso,
Paaram sa gabos, di camo mag-mondo ta an cagadanon iyong pag-hingalo.
Note: Some words with gn have to be revised.
poem,Jose Rizal,Last Farewell
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