Literature
Mi Ultimo Adios
Isinalin ni Nick Joaquin
Land that I love: farewell: O land the sun loves:
Pearl in the sea of the Orient: Eden lost to your brood! Gaily go I to present you this hapless hopeless life:
Were it more brilliant: had it more freshness, more bloom: Still for you would I give it: would give it for your good! Enchantment of my life: my ardent avid obsession:
To your health! cries the soul, so soon to take the last leap:
To your health! O lovely: how lovely: to fall that you may rise! to perish that you may live! to die beneath you skies! and upon your enchanted ground the eternities to sleep! Should you find someday somewhere on my gravemound, fluttering among tall grasses, a flower of simple fame:
On the field of battle, fighting with delirium,
caress it with your lips and you kiss my soul:
others give you their lives without doubts, without gloom. I shall feel on my face across the cold tombstone:
The site nought matters: cypress, laurel or lily:
of your tenderness, the breath; of your breath, the flame. gibbet or open field: combat or cruel martyrdom are equal if demanded by country and home.
Suffer the moon to keep watch, tranquil and suave, over me:
I am to die when I see the heavens go vivid,
suffer the dawn its flying lights to release:
announcing the day at last behind the dead night.
suffer the wind to lament in murmurous and grave manner: If you need color – color to stain that dawn with, let spill my blood: scatter it in good hour:
and should a bird drift down and alight on my cross, suffer the bird to intone its canticle of peace.
and drench in its gold one beam of the newborn light. Suffer the rains to dissolve in the fiery sunlight
My dreams when a lad, when scarcely adolescent:
and purified reascending heavenward bear my cause: my dreams when a young man, now with vigor inflamed: suffer a friend to grieve I perished so soon:
were to behold you one
Isinalin ni Nick Joaquin
Land that I love: farewell: O land the sun loves:
Pearl in the sea of the Orient: Eden lost to your brood! Gaily go I to present you this hapless hopeless life:
Were it more brilliant: had it more freshness, more bloom: Still for you would I give it: would give it for your good! Enchantment of my life: my ardent avid obsession:
To your health! cries the soul, so soon to take the last leap:
To your health! O lovely: how lovely: to fall that you may rise! to perish that you may live! to die beneath you skies! and upon your enchanted ground the eternities to sleep! Should you find someday somewhere on my gravemound, fluttering among tall grasses, a flower of simple fame:
On the field of battle, fighting with delirium,
caress it with your lips and you kiss my soul:
others give you their lives without doubts, without gloom. I shall feel on my face across the cold tombstone:
The site nought matters: cypress, laurel or lily:
of your tenderness, the breath; of your breath, the flame. gibbet or open field: combat or cruel martyrdom are equal if demanded by country and home.
Suffer the moon to keep watch, tranquil and suave, over me:
I am to die when I see the heavens go vivid,
suffer the dawn its flying lights to release:
announcing the day at last behind the dead night.
suffer the wind to lament in murmurous and grave manner: If you need color – color to stain that dawn with, let spill my blood: scatter it in good hour:
and should a bird drift down and alight on my cross, suffer the bird to intone its canticle of peace.
and drench in its gold one beam of the newborn light. Suffer the rains to dissolve in the fiery sunlight
My dreams when a lad, when scarcely adolescent:
and purified reascending heavenward bear my cause: my dreams when a young man, now with vigor inflamed: suffer a friend to grieve I perished so soon:
were to behold you one