Mi ltimo Adis

Adis, Patria adorada, regin del sol querida,

Perla del mar de oriente, nuestro perdido Edn!
A darte voy alegre la triste mustia vida,
Y fuera ms brillante, ms fresca, ms florida,
Tambin 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, ciprs, 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 da tras lbrego capuz;
si grana necesitas para teir tu aurora,
Vierte la sangre ma, derrmala en buen hora
Y drela un reflejo de su naciente luz.


Mis sueos cuando apenas muchacho adolescente,
Mis sueos cuando joven ya lleno de vigor,
Fueron el verte un da, joya del mar de oriente,
Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente,
Sin ceo, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor

Ensueo 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 da
Entre la espesa yerba sencilla, humilde flor,
Acrcala a tus labios y besa al alma ma,
Y sienta yo en mi frente bajo la tumba fra,
De tu ternura el soplo, de tu hlito el calor.


Deja a la luna verme con luz tranquila y suave,
Deja que el alba enve 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 cntico de paz.


My Last Farewell

Farewell, beloved Country, treasured region of the sun,
Pearl of the sea of the Orient, our lost Eden!
To you eagerly I surrender this sad and gloomy life;
And were it brighter, fresher, more florid,
Even then Id give it to you, for your sake alone.

In fields of battle, deliriously fighting,
Others give you their lives, without doubt, without regret;
The place matters not: where theres cypress, laurel or lily,
On a plank or open field, in combat or cruel martyrdom,
Its all the same if the home or country asks.

I die when I see the sky has unfurled its colors
And at last after a cloak of darkness announces the day;
If you need scarlet to tint your dawn,
Shed my blood, pour it as the moment comes,
And may it be gilded by a reflection of the heavens newly-
born light.

My dreams, when scarcely an adolescent,
My dreams, when a young man already full of life,
Were to see you one day, jewel of the sea of the Orient,
Dry those eyes of black, that forehead high,
Without frown, without wrinkles, without stains of shame.

My lifelong dream, my deep burning desire,
This soul that will soon depart cries out: Salud!
To your health! Oh how beautiful to fall to give you flight,
To die to give you life, to die under your sky,
And in your enchanted land eternally sleep.

If upon my grave one day you see appear,
Amidst the dense grass, a simple humble flower,
Place it near your lips and my soul youll kiss,
And on my brow may I feel, under the cold tomb,
The gentle blow of your tenderness, the warmth of your
breath.

Let the moon see me in a soft and tranquil light,
Let the dawn send its fleeting radiance,
Let the wind moan with its low murmur,
And should a bird descend and rest on my cross,
Let it sing its canticle of peace.


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 m alguien ore,
Ora tambin, 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 hurfanos y viudas, por presos en tortura
Y ora por ti que veas tu redencin final.

Y cuando en noche oscura se envuelva el cementerio
Y solos slo muertos queden velando all,
No turbes su reposo, no turbes el misterio,
Tal vez acordes oigas de ctara 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 atmsfera, tu espacio, tus valles cruzar.
Vibrante y limpia nota ser para tu odo,
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 adis.
Ah 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.

Adis, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma ma,
Amigos de la infancia en el perdido hogar,
Dad gracias que descanso del fatigoso da;
Adis, dulce extranjera, mi amiga, mi alegra,
Adis, queridos seres, morir es descansar.





Let the burning sun evaporate the rains,
And with my clamor behind, towards the sky may they turn
pure;
Let a friend mourn my early demise,
And in the serene afternoons, when someone prays for me,
O Country, pray to God also for my rest!

Pray for all the unfortunate ones who died,
For all who suffered torments unequaled,
For our poor mothers who in their grief and bitterness cry,
For orphans and widows, for prisoners in torture,
And for yourself pray that your final redemption youll see.

And when the cemetery is enveloped in dark night,
And there, alone, only those who have gone remain in vigil,
Disturb not their rest, nor the mystery,
And should you hear chords from a zither or psaltery,
It is I, beloved Country, singing to you.

And when my grave, then by all forgotten,
has not a cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let men plow and with a spade scatter it,
And before my ashes return to nothing,
May they be the dust that carpets your fields.

Then nothing matters, cast me in oblivion.
Your atmosphere, your space and valleys Ill cross.
I will be a vibrant and clear note to your ears,
Aroma, light, colors, murmur, moan, and song,
Constantly repeating the essence of my faith.

My idolized country, sorrow of my sorrows,
Beloved Filipinas, hear my last good-bye.
There I leave you all, my parents, my loves.
Ill go where there are no slaves, hangmen nor oppressors,
Where faith doesnt kill, where the one who reigns is God.

Goodbye, dear parents, brother and sisters, fragments of my
soul,
Childhood friends in the home now lost,
Give thanks that I rest from this wearisome day;
Goodbye, sweet foreigner, my friend, my joy;
Farewell, loved ones, to die is to rest.