The Last Poem Of Jose Rizal

Last Poem of Rizal [Mi Ultimo Adios] Jose P. Rizal Rizal , Jose P. “Last Poem of Rizal .” Translated by Encarnacion Alzona. In Rizal's Poems. Manila: National Historical Institute, 2002, Pp. 152-154 EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: Jose Rizal expresses his willingness to die for his motherland and bids farewell to his country, family, friends and love ones. He also asks them to pray for all those who died and suffered, and be thankful for he will be in a better place to rest. Written by Alvin V. Ogena; Edited by Jack Victor M. Nera Rizal 's last poetical composition, to which his friend Mariano Ponce gave the title of MI ULTIMO ADIOS, as it originally had none, is the glory of Philippine poetry in Spanish. Here the poet and martyr bids farewell his country, his family, and his friends in lines of dignity and grace devoid of bitterness. This poem has not failed to move to tears those who have heard it recited. The poet is resigned to die for his dearly beloved country that he calls "Pearl of the Orient Sea." This poem has been translated into many languages. The first known English translation was by Mr. Howard W. Bray and included in Biography of Dr. Jose Rizal , his translation from the German of Rizal's biography published by Dr. Ferdinand Blumentritt in 1897 in Internationales Archiv fur Ethnographie, vol. X, pp. 88-92. Since then it has been translated into French, German, Russian, Hungarian, Italian, Japanese, Latin, Swedish, Hindustani, Arabic, Indonesian, Tagalog, and others. 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 the 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 think 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 your 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 mater 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 thee 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. (spanish) ¡Adiós, Patria adorada, región del sol querida, Perla del mar de oriente, nuestro perdido Edén! A darte voy alegre la triste mustia vida, Y fuera más brillante, más fresca, más florida, También por ti la diera, la diera por tu bien. En campos de batalla, luchando con delirio, Otros te dan sus vidas sin dudas, sin pesar; El sitio nada importa, ciprés, 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 día tras lóbrego capuz; si grana necesitas para teñir tu aurora, Vierte la sangre mía, derrámala en buen hora Y dórela un reflejo de su naciente luz. Mis sueños cuando apenas muchacho adolescente, Mis sueños cuando joven ya lleno de vigor, Fueron el verte un día, joya del mar de oriente, Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente, Sin ceño, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor. Ensueño 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 vida, morir bajo tu cielo, Y en tu encantada tierra la eternidad dormir. Si sobre mi sepulcro vieres brotar un día Entre la espesa yerba sencilla, humilde flor, Acércala a tus labios y besa al alma mía,

Y sienta yo en mi frente bajo la tumba fría, De tu ternura el soplo, de tu hálito el calor. Deja a la luna verme con luz tranquila y suave, Deja que el alba envíe 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 cántico 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 mí alguien ore, ¡Ora también, oh Patria, por mi descanso a Dios! Ora por todos cuantos murieron sin ventura, Por cuantos padecieron tormentos sin igual, Por nuestras pobres madres que gimen su amargura; Por huérfanos y viudas, por presos en tortura Y ora por ti que veas tu redención final. Y cuando en noche oscura se envuelva el cementerio Y solos sólo muertos queden velando allí, No turbes su reposo, no turbes el misterio, Tal vez acordes oigas de cítara 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 la nada, El polvo de tu alfombra que vayan a formar. Entonces nada importa me pongas en olvido. Tu atmósfera, tu espacio, tus valles cruzaré. Vibrante y limpia nota seré para tu oído, 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 adiós. Ahí 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. Adiós, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma mía, Amigos de la infancia en el perdido hogar, Dad gracias que descanso del fatigoso día; Adiós, dulce extranjera, mi amiga, mi alegría,

Adiós, queridos seres, morir es descansar. (filipino) "PAHIMAKAS" Pinipintuho kong Bayan ay paalam, Lupang iniirog ng sikat ng araw, mutyang mahalaga sa dagat Silangan, kaluwalhatiang sa ami'y pumanaw. Masayang sa iyo'y aking idudulot ang lanta kong buhay na lubhang malungkot; maging maringal man at labis alindog sa kagalingan mo ay aking ding handog. Sa pakikidigma at pamimiyapis ang alay ng iba'y ang buhay na kipkip, walang agam-agam, maluag sa dibdib, matamis sa puso at di ikahapis. Saan man mautas ay dikailangan, cipres o laurel, lirio ma'y patungan pakikipaghamok, at ang bibitayan, yaon ay gayon din kung hiling ng Bayan. Ako'y mamamatay, ngayong namamalas na sa silinganan ay namamanaag yaong maligayang araw na sisikat sa likod ng luksang nagtabing na ulap. Ang kulay na pula kung kinakailangan na maitina sa iyong liwayway, dugo ko'y isabong at siyang ikinang ng kislap ng iyong maningning na ilaw Ang aking adhika sapul magkaisip ng kasalukuyang bata pang maliit, ay ang tanghaling ka at minsan masilip sa dagat Silangan hiyas na marikit. Natuyo ang luhang sa mata'y nunukal, taas na ang noo't walang kapootan, walang bakas kunot ng kapighatian gabahid man dungis niyong kahihiyan. Sa kabuhayang ko ang laging gunita maningas na aking ninanasa-nasa ay guminhawa ka ang hiyas ng diwa

pag hingang papanaw ngayong biglang-bigla. Ikaw'y guminhawa laking kagandahang akoy malugmok, at ikaw ay matanghal, hiniga'y malagot, mabuhay ka lamang bangkay ko'y masilong sa iyong Kalangitan. Kung sa libingan ko'y tumubong mamalas sa malagong damo mahinhing bulaklak, sa mga labi mo'y mangyayaring itapat, sa kaluluwa ko hatik ay igawad. At sa aking noo nawa'y iparamdam, sa lamig ng lupa ng aking libingan, ang init ng iyong paghingang dalisay at simoy ng iyong paggiliw na tunay. Bayaang ang buwan sa aki'y ititig ang iwanag niyang lamlam at tahimik, liwayway bayaang sa aki'y ihatid magalaw na sinag at hanging hagibis. Kung sakasakaling bumabang humantong sa krus ko'y dumapo kahit isang ibon doon ay bayaan humuning hinahon at dalitin niya payapang panahon. Bayaan ang ningas ng sikat ng araw ula'y pasingawin noong kainitan, magbalik sa langit ng boong dalisay kalakip ng aking pagdaing na hiyaw. Bayaang sino man sa katotang giliw tangisang maagang sa buhay pagkitil; kung tungkol sa akin ay may manalangin idalangin, Bayan, yaring pagka himbing. Idalanging lahat yaong nangamatay, mangagatiis hirap na walang kapantay; mga ina naming walang kapalaran na inihihibik ay kapighatian. Ang mga bao't pinapangulila, ang mga bilanggong nagsisipagdusa; dalanginin namang kanilang makita ang kalayaan mong, ikagiginhawa. At kung an madilim na gabing mapanglaw ay lumaganap na doon sa libinga't

tanging mga patay ang nangaglalamay, huwag bagabagin ang katahimikan. Ang kanyang hiwagay huwag gambalain; kaipala'y maringig doon ang taginting, tunog ng gitara't salterio'y mag saliw, ako, Bayan yao't kita'y aawitin. Kung ang libingan ko'y limot na ng lahat at wala ng kurus at batang mabakas, bayaang linangin ng taong masipag, lupa'y asarolin at kauyang ikalat. At mga buto ko ay bago matunaw mauwi sa wala at kusang maparam, alabok ng iyong latag ay bayaang siya ang babalang doo'y makipisan. Kung magka gayon na'y aalintanahin na ako sa limot iyong ihabilin pagka't himpapawid at ang panganorin mga lansangan mo'y aking lilibutin. Matining na tunog ako sa dingig mo, ilaw, mga kulay, masamyong pabango, ang ugong at awit, pag hibik sa iyo, pag asang dalisay ng pananalig ko. Bayang iniirog, sakit niyaring hirap, Katagalugang ko pinakaliliyag, dinggin mo ang aking pagpapahimakas; diya'y iiwan ko sa iyo ang lahat. Ako'y patutungo sa walang busabos, walang umiinis at berdugong hayop; pananalig doo'y di nakasasalot, si Bathala lamang dooy haring lubos. Paalam, magulang at mga kapatid kapilas ng aking kaluluwa't dibdib mga kaibigan bata pang maliit sa aking tahanan di na masisilip. Pag pasasalamat at napahinga rin, paalam estranherang kasuyo ko't aliw, paalam sa inyo, mga ginigiliw; mamatay ay siyang pagkakagupiling!