Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caress'd, Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost, With

gladness I give thee my Life, sad and repress'd !nd were it more "rilliant, more fresh and at its "est, I would still give it to thee for thine welfare at most# On the fields of "attle, in the fury of fight, Others give thee their lives without pain or hesitancy, $he place matters not% cypress, laurel, or lily Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom's site, It is the same if as&ed "y home and 'ountry# I die as I see tints on the s&y "'gin to show !nd at last announce the day, after a gloomy night If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow, Pour my "lood and at the right moment spread it so, !nd gild it with a reflection of your nascent light( )y dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent, )y dreams when already a youth, full of vigour to attain, Were to see thee, *em of the sea of the Orient, $hy dar& eyes dry, smooth "row held to a high plane Without frown, without wrin&les and of shame without stain# )y life's fancy, my ardent, passionate desire, +ail( 'ries out the soul to thee, that will soon part from thee +ail( +ow sweet 'tis to fall that fullness thou may ac,uire $o die to give thee life, 'neath thy s&ies to e-pire, !nd in thy mystic land to sleep through eternity( If over my tom" some day, thou wouldst see "low, ! simple hum"le flow'r amidst thic& grasses, .ring it up to thy lips and &iss my soul so, !nd under the cold tom", I may feel on my "row, Warmth of thy "reath, a whiff of thy tenderness# Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry, Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, "rilliant light, In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh, !nd should a "ird descend on my cross and alight, Let the "ird intone a song of peace o'er my site# Let the "urning sun the raindrops vaporise !nd with my clamour "ehind return pure to the s&y

Let a friend shed tears over my early demise !nd on ,uiet afternoons when one prays for me on high, Pray too, oh, my )otherland, that in *od may rest I# Pray, thee, for all the hapless who have died, For all those who une,ualled torments have undergone For our poor mothers who in "itterness have cried For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied, !nd pray too that thou may seest thine own redemption# !nd when the dar& night wraps the cemet'ry !nd only the dead to vigil there are left alone, /istur" not their repose, distur" not the mystery% If thou hear the sounds of cithern or psaltery, It is I, dear 'ountry, who, a song t'thee intone# !nd when my grave "y all is no more remem"ered, With neither cross nor stone to mar& its place, Let it "e ploughed "y man, with spade let it "e scattered !nd my ashes ere to nothingness are restored, Let them turn to dust to cover thy earthly space# $hen it matters not that thou should forget me% $hy atmosphere, thy s&ies, thy vales I'll sweep 0i"rant and clear note to thy ears I shall "e% !roma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep, 'onstantly repeating the essence of the faith I &eep# )y idolised 'ountry, for whom I most gravely pine, /ear Philippines, to my last good"ye oh, har&en $here I leave all% my parents, loves of mine, I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen Where faith does not &ill and where *od alone doth reign# Farewell, parents, "rothers, "eloved "y me, Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed *ive than&s that now I rest from the wearisome day Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who "rightened my way Farewell to all I love to die is to rest#