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by Jose Rizal
And even my grave is remembered no more
Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun caress'd Unmark'd by never a cross nor a stone
Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost!, Let the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it o'er
Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life's best, That my ashes may carpet earthly floor,
And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest Before into nothingness at last they are blown.
Still would I give it thee, nor count the cost.
Then will oblivion bring to me no care
On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight, As over thy vales and plains I sweep;
Others have given their lives, without doubt or heed; Throbbing and cleansed in thy space and air
The place matters not-cypress or laurel or lily white, With color and light, with song and lament I fare,
Scaffold or open plain, combat or martyrdom's plight, Ever repeating the faith that I keep.
T is ever the same, to serve our home and country's
need. My Fatherland ador'd, that sadness to my sorrow lends
Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by!
I die just when I see the dawn break, I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends
Through the gloom of night, to herald the day; For I go where no slave before the oppressor bends,
And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take, Where faith can never kill, and God reigns e'er on high!
Pour'd out at need for thy dear sake
To dye with its crimson the waking ray. Farewell to you all, from my soul torn away,
Friends of my childhood in the home dispossessed !
My dreams, when life first opened to me, Give thanks that I rest from the wearisome day !
My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high, Farewell to thee, too, sweet friend that lightened my
Were to see thy lov'd face, O gem of the Orient sea way;
From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free; Beloved creatures all, farewell! In death there is rest!
No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye.
On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight, And when my grave by all is no more remembered,
Others give you their lives without pain or hesitancy, With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
The place does not matter: cypress laurel, lily white, Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be scattered
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom's site, And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
It is the same if asked by home and Country. Let them turn to dust to cover your earthly space.
I die as I see tints on the sky b'gin to show Then it doesn't matter that you should forget me:
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy night; Your atmosphere, your skies, your vales I'll sweep;
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow, Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall be:
Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so, Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent light! Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.
My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent, My idolized Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
My dreams when already a youth, full of vigor to Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye, oh, harken
attain, There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient, I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high Where faith does not kill and where God alone does
plane reign.
Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame
without stain. Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed;
My life's fancy, my ardent, passionate desire, Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome day;
Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will soon part Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened
from thee; my way;
Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that fullness you may Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest.
acquire;
To die to give you life, 'neath your skies to expire,
And in your mystic land to sleep through eternity!