DACILLO, Richelle G.

BSN 112 August 12, 2010

Poems of Rizal
To my Fellow Children Sa Aking mga Kabata

Whenever people of a country truly love Unang Tula ni Rizal. Sa edad 8, isunulat ni
The language which by heav'n they were Rizal ang una niyang tula ng isinulat sa
taught to use katutubong wika at pinamagatang "SA AKING
That country also surely liberty pursue MGA KABATA". 
As does the bird which soars to freer space
above. Kapagka ang baya’y sadyang umiibig
Sa langit salitang kaloob ng langit
For language is the final judge and referee Sanlang kalayaan nasa ring masapi
Upon the people in the land where it holds
sway; Katulad ng ibong nasa himpapawid
In truth our human race resembles in this way Pagka’t ang salita’y isang kahatulan
The other living beings born in liberty. Sa bayan, sa nayo't mga kaharian

Whoever knows not how to love his native

tongue At ang isang tao’y katulad, kabagay
Is worse than any best or evil smelling fish. Ng alin mang likha noong kalayaan.
To make our language richer ought to be our Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita
wish Mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda
The same as any mother loves to feed her
young. Kaya ang marapat pagyamanin kusa
Na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala
Tagalog and the Latin language are the same Ang wikang Tagalog tulad din sa Latin,
And English and Castilian and the angels'
tongue;
And God, whose watchful care o'er all is flung, Sa Ingles, Kastila, at salitang anghel,
Has given us His blessing in the speech we Sapagkat ang Poong maalam tumingin
calim, Ang siyang naggagawad, nagbibigay sa atin.
Ang salita nati’y tulad din sa iba
Our mother tongue, like all the highest tht we
know
Had alphabet and letters of its very own; Na may alfabeto at sariling letra,
But these were lost -- by furious waves were Na kaya nawala’y dinatnan ng sigwa
overthrown Ang lunday sa lawa noong dakong una.
Like bancas in the stormy sea, long years
ago.
 In Memory of the Town

When I recall the days A pleasant fun I found;

That saw my childhood of yore At your rustic temple I prayed
Beside the verdant shore With a little boy's simple faith
Of a murmuring lagoon; And your aura's flawless breath
When I remember the sighs Filled my heart with joy profound.
Of the breeze that on my brow Saw I God in the grandeur
Sweet and caressing did blow Of your woods which for centuries stand;
With coolness full of delight; Never did I understand
In your bosom what sorrows were;
When I look at the lily white While I gazed on your azure sky
Fills up with air violent Neither love nor tenderness
And the stormy element Failed me, 'cause my happiness
On the sand doth meekly sleep; In the heart of nature rests there.
When sweet 'toxicating scent
From the flowers I inhale Tender childhood, beautiful town,
Which at the dawn they exhale Rich fountain of happiness,
When at us it begins to peep; Of harmonious melodies,
That drive away my sorrow!
I sadly recall your face, Return thee to my heart,
Oh precious infancy, Bring back my gentle hours
That a mother lovingly As do the birds when the flow'rs
Did succeed to embellish. Would again begin to blow!
I remember a simple town; But, alas, adieu! E'er watch
My cradle, joy and boon, For your peace, joy and repose,
Beside the cool lagoon Genius of good who kindly dispose
The seat of all my wish. Of his blessings with amour;
It's for thee my fervent pray'rs,
Oh, yes! With uncertain pace It's for thee my constant desire
I trod your forest lands, Knowledge ever to acquire
And on your river banks And may God keep your candour!
 Through Education Mother Receive Light

Wise education, vital breath That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
Inspires an enchanting virtue; And to climb the heavenly ways the people
She puts the Country in the lofty seat Do learn with her noble example.
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff In the wretched human beings' breast
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue: The living flame of good she lights
So education with a wise, guiding hand, The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
A benefactress, exalts the human band. And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficent
Man's placid repose and earthly life And in the love for the good her breast she
To education he dedicates incites,
Because of her, art and science are born And it's th' education noble and pure
Man; and as from the high mount above Of human life the balsam sure.
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure And like a rock that rises with pride
Gives the Country tranquility secure. In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
Where wise education raises a throne She disregards their fury and raves,
Sprightly youth are invigorated, That weary of the horror great
Who with firm stand error they subdue So frightened calmly off they stave;
And with noble ideas are exalted; Such is one by wise education steered
It breaks immortality's neck, He holds the Country's reins unconquered.
Contemptible crime before it is halted: His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
It humbles barbarous nations The Country pays him a thousand honors;
And it makes of savages champions. For in the noble breasts of her sons
And like the spring that nourishes Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
The plants, the bushes of the meads, And in the love of good e'er disposed
She goes on spilling her placid wealth, Will see the lords and governors
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds, The noble people with loyal venture
The river banks through which she slips, Christian education always procure.
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise And like the golden sun of the morn
Until the height of honor may rise. Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
From her lips the waters crystalline She overspreads her colors bold;
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue, Such true education proudly gives
And prudent doctrines of her faith The pleasure of virtue to young and old
The forces weak of evil subdue, And she enlightens out Motherland dear
That break apart like the whitish waves As she offers endless glow and luster.
 To the Filipino Youth

Unfold, oh timid flower!  More sweet than divine honey;

Lift up your radiant brow, You of heavenly harmony,

This day, Youth of my native strand!  On a calm unperturbed night,
Your abounding talents show Philomel's match in melody,
Resplendently and grand, That in varied symphony
Fair hope of my Motherland!  Dissipate man's sorrow's blight;

Soar high, oh genius great, You at th' impulse of your mind

And with noble thoughts fill their mind; The hard rock animate
The honor's glorious seat, And your mind with great pow'r consigned
May their virgin mind fly and find Transformed into immortal state
More rapidly than the wind. The pure mem'ry of genius great;

Descend with the pleasing light And you, who with magic brush
Of the arts and sciences to the plain, On canvas plain capture
Oh Youth, and break forthright The varied charm of Phoebus,
The links of the heavy chain Loved by the divine Apelles,
That your poetic genius enchain. And the mantle of Nature;

See that in the ardent zone, Run ! For genius' sacred flame
The Spaniard, where shadows stand, Awaits the artist's crowning
Doth offer a shining crown, Spreading far and wide the fame
With wise and merciful hand Throughout the sphere proclaiming
To the son of this Indian land. With trumpet the mortal's name
Oh, joyful, joyful day,
You, who heavenward rise The Almighty blessed be
On wings of your rich fantasy, Who, with loving eagerness
Seek in the Olympian skies Sends you luck and happiness.
The tenderest poesy,
 They asked me for Verses

I IV
They bid me strike the lyre
so long now mute and broken, While in my childhood days
but not a note can I waken I could smile upon her sunshine,
nor will my muse inspire! I felt in my bosom, seething,
She stammers coldly and babbles a fierce volcano ablaze.
when tortured by my mind; A poet was I, for I wanted
she lies when she laughs and thrills with my verses, with my breath,
as she lies in her lamentation, to say to the swift wind: "Fly
for in my sad isolation and propagate her renown!
my soul nor frolics nor feels. Praise her from zone to zone,
from the earth up to the sky!"
II
V
There was a time, 'tis true,
but now that time has vanished I left her! My native hearth,
when indulgent love or friendship a tree despoiled and shriveled,
called me a poet too. no longer repeats the echo
Now of that time there lingers of my old songs of mirth.
hardly a memory, I sailed across the vast ocean,
as from a celebration craving to change my fate,
some mysterious refrain not noting, in my madness,
that haunts the ears will remain that, instead of the weal I sought,
of the orchestra's actuation. the sea around me wrought
the spectre of death and sadness. 
III

A scarce-grown plant I seem, The dreams of younger hours,

uprooted from the Orient, love, enthusiasm, desire,
where perfume is the atmosphere have been left there under the skies
and where life is a dream. of that fair land of flowers.
O land that is never forgotten! Oh, do not ask of my heart
And these have taught me to sing: that languishes, songs of love!
the birds with their melody, For, as without peace I tread
the cataracts with their force this desert of no surprises,
and, on the swollen shores, I feel that my soul agonizes
the murmuring of the sea. and that my spirit is dead.
 To the Flowers of Heidelberg

Go to my country, go, foreign flowers, Amid the ruins of the feudal castle,
Planted by the traveler on his way, By the River Neckar, and in the silvan shade.
And there beneath that sky of blue Tell them what he told you
That over my beloved towers, As tenderly he took
Speak for this traveler to say Your pliant leaves and pressed them in a
What faith in his homeland he breathes to book,
you. Where now its well worn pages close enfold
you.
Go and say. . . say that when the dawn
First drew your calyx open there Carry, carry, flowers of Rhine,
Beside the River Neckar chill, Love to every love of mine,
You saw him standing by you, very still, Peace to my country and her fertile loam,
Reflecting on the primrose flush you wear. Virtue to her women, courage to her men,
Salute those darling ones again,
Say that when the morning light Who formed the sacred circle of our home.
Her toll of perfume from you wrung,
While playfully she whispered, "How I love And when you reach that shore,
you!" Each kiss I press upon you now,
He too murmured here above you Deposit on the pinions of the wind,
Tender love songs in his native tongue. And those I love and honor and adore
Will feel my kisses carried to their brow.
That when the rising sun the height
Of Kainigsthul in early morn first spies, Ah, flowers, you may fare through,
And with its tepid light Conserving still, perhaps, your native hue;
Is pouring life in valley, wood, and grove, Yet, far from Fatherland, heroic loam
He greets the sun as it begins to rise, To which you owe your life,
Which in his native land is blazing straight The perfume will be gone from you;
above. For aroma is your soul; it cannot roam
Beyond the skies which saw it born, nor e'er
And tell them of that day he staid forget
And plucked you from the border of the path,
 Hymn to Labor

For the Motherland in war, Shall know the task to continue.

For the Motherland in peace,
Will the Filipino keep watch, (Chorus)
He will live until life will cease! MAIDENS :

MEN: Hail! Hail! Praise to labour,

Of the country wealth and vigor!
Now the East is glowing with light, For it brow serene's exalted,
Go! To the field to till the land, It's her blood, life, and ardor.
For the labour of man sustains If some youth would show his love
Fam'ly, home and Motherland. Labor his faith will sustain :
Hard the land may turn to be, Only a man who struggles and works
Scorching the rays of the sun above... Will his offspring know to maintain.
For the country, wife and children (Chorus)
All will be easy to our love.
CHILDREN:
(Chorus)
WIVES: Teach, us ye the laborious work
To pursue your footsteps we wish,
Go to work with spirits high, For tomorrow when country calls us
For the wife keeps home faithfully, We may be able your task to finish.
Inculcates love in her children And on seeing us the elders will say :
For virtue, knowledge and country. "Look, they're worthy 'f their sires of yore!"
When the evening brings repose, Incense does not honor the dead
On returning joy awaits you, As does a son with glory and valor.
And if fate is adverse, the wife,
 My Retreat

Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate birds,

sand the hoarse voice of the kalaw are all that I
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a hear;
leaf, there is no boastful man, no nuisance of a
I planted my humble hut beneath a pleasant neighbor
orchard, to impose himself on my mind or to disturb my
seeking in the still serenity of the woods passage;
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief. only the forests and the sea do I have near.

Its roof is fragile nipa; its floor is brittle The sea, the sea is everything! Its sovereign
bamboo; mass
its beams and posts are rough as rough-hewn brings to me atoms of a myriad faraway lands;
wood can be;
of no worth, it is certain, is my rustic cabin; its bright smile animates me in the limpid
but on the lap of the eternal mount it slumbers mornings;
and when at the end of day my faith has
and night and day is lulled by the crooning of proven futile,
the sea. my heart echoes the sound of its sorrow on
the sands.
The overflowing brook, that from the shadowy
jungle At night it is a mystery! … Its diaphanous
descends between huge bolders, washes it element
with its spray, is carpeted with thousands and thousands of
donating a current of water through makeshift lights that climb;
bamboo pipes the wandering breeze is cool, the firmament is
that in the silent night is melody and music brilliant,
and crystalline nectar in the noon heat of the the waves narrate with many a sigh to the mild
day. wind
histories that were lost in the dark night of
If the sky is serene, meekly flows the spring, time.
strumming on its invisible zither unceasingly;
but come the time of the rains, and an ‘Tis said they tell of the first morning on the
impetuous torrent earth,
spills over rocks and chasms—hoarse, of the first kiss with which the sun inflamed
foaming and aboil— her breast,
to hurl itself with a frenzied roaring toward the when multitudes of beings materialized from
sea. nothing
to populate the abyss and the overhanging
The barking of the dog, the twittering of the summits
and all the places where that quickening kiss my memory;
was pressed. some already are dead, others have long
forgotten—
But when the winds rage in the darkness of but what does it matter? I live remembering
the night the past
and the unquiet waves commence their and no one can ever take the past away from
agony, me.
across the air move cries that terrify the spirit,
a chorus of voices praying, a lamentation that It is my faithful friend that never turns against
seems me,
to come from those who, long ago, drowned in that cheers my spirit when my spirit’s a
the sea. lonesome wraith,
that in my sleepless nights keeps watch with
Then do the mountain ranges on high me and prays
reverberate; with me, and shares with me my exile and my
the trees stir far and wide, by a fit of trembling cabin,
seized; and, when all doubt, alone infuses me with
the cattle moan; the dark depths of the forest faith.
resound;
their spirits say that they are on their way to Faith do I have, and I believe the day will
the plain, shine
summoned by the dead to a mortuary feast. when the Idea shall defeat brute force as well;

The wild night hisses, hisses, confused and and after the struggle and the lingering agony
terrifying; a voice more eloquent and happier than my
one sees the sea afire with flames of green own
and blue; will then know how to utter victory’s canticle.
but calm is re-established with the approach
of dawning I see the heavens shining, as flawless and
and forthwith an intrepid little fishing vessel refulgent
begins to navigate the weary waves anew. as in the days that saw my first illusions start;
I feel the same breeze kissing my autumnal
So pass the days of my life in my obscure brow,
retreat; the same that once enkindled my fervent
cast out of the world where once I dwelt: such enthusiasm
is my rare and turned the blood ebullient within my
good fortune; and Providence be praised for youthful heart.
my condition:
a disregarded pebble that craves nothing but Across the fields and rivers of my native town
moss perhaps has traveled the breeze that now I
to hide from all the treasure that in myself I breathe by chance;
bear. perhaps it will give back to me what once I
gave it:
I live with the remembrance of those that I the sighs and kisses of a person idolized
have loved and the sweet secrets of a virginal romance.
and hear their names still spoken, who haunt
On seeing the same moon, as silvery as of my entire existence the solitary treasure,
before, convictions of a youth that was healthy and
I feel within me the ancient melancholy revive; sincere.

a thousand memories of love and vows No more are you, like once, full of fire and life,
awaken:
a patio, an azotea, a beach, a leafy bower; offering a thousand crowns to immortality;
silences and sighs, and blushes of delight … somewhat serious I find you; and yet your
face beloved,
A butterfly athirst for radiances and colors, if now no longer as merry, if now no longer as
dreaming of other skies and of a larger strife, vivid,
I left, scarcely a youth, my land and my now bear the superscription of fidelity.
affections,
and vagrant everywhere, with no qualms, with You offer me, O illusions, the cup of
no terrors, consolation;
squandered in foreign lands the April of my you come to reawaken the years of youthful
life. mirth;
hurricane, I thank you; winds of heaven, I
And afterwards, when I desired, a weary thank you
swallow, that in good hour suspended by uncertain
to go back to the nest of those for whom I flight
care, to bring me down to the bosom of my native
suddenly fiercely roared a violent hurricane earth.
and I found my wings broken, my dwelling
place demolished, Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate
faith now sold to others, and ruins sand
everywhere. and at the foot of a mountain greener than a
leaf,
Hurled upon a rock of the country I adore; I found in my land a refuge under a pleasant
the future ruined; no home, no health to bring orchard,
me cheer; and in its shadowy forests, serene tranquility,
you come to me anew, dreams of rose and repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
gold,
 My Last Farewell

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun

caressed,  My life's fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,
Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost, Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will soon
With gladness I give you my Life, sad and part from thee;
repressed; Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that fullness you
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at may acquire;
its best, To die to give you life, 'neath your skies to
I would still give it to you for your welfare at expire,
most. And in your mystic land to sleep through
eternity!
On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight,
Others give you their lives without pain or If over my tomb some day, you would see
hesitancy, blow,
The place does not matter: cypress laurel, lily A simple humble flow'r amidst thick grasses,
white, Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so,
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom's And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my
site, brow,
It is the same if asked by home and Country. Warmth of your breath, a whiff of your
tenderness.
I die as I see tints on the sky b'gin to show
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry,
night; Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, brilliant
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow, light,
Pour my blood and at the right moment In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,
spread it so, And should a bird descend on my cross and
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent alight,
light!  Let the bird intone a song of peace o'er my
site.
My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,
My dreams when already a youth, full of vigor Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporize
to attain, And with my clamor behind return pure to the
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient, sky;
Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;
high plane And on quiet afternoons when one prays for
Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame me on high,
without stain. Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God may
rest I. Then it doesn't matter that you should forget
me:
Pray thee for all the hapless who have died, Your atmosphere, your skies, your vales I'll
For all those who unequalled torments have sweep;
undergone; Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall be:
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings
cried; deep,
For orphans, widows and captives to tortures Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I
were shied, keep.
And pray too that you may see your own
redemption. My idolized Country, for whom I most gravely
pine,
And when the dark night wraps the cemet'ry Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye, oh,
And only the dead to vigil there are left alone, harken
Don't disturb their repose, don't disturb the There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
mystery: I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or
If you hear the sounds of cittern or psaltery, hangmen
It is I, dear Country, who, a song t'you intone. Where faith does not kill and where God alone
does reign.
And when my grave by all is no more
remembered, Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place, Friends of my childhood, in the home
Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be distressed;
scattered Give thanks that now I rest from the
And my ashes ere to nothingness are wearisome day;
restored, Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who
Let them turn to dust to cover your earthly brightened my way;
space. Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest. 
My First Inspiration "Live happily ever after!"

Why falls so rich a spray

of fragrance from the bowers And from that spring in the grove
of the balmy flowers now turn to hear the first note
upon this festive day? that from my lute I emote
to the impulse of my love!
Why from woods and vales
do we hear sweet measures ringing My First Inspiration
that seem to be the singing
of a choir of nightingales? My mom is my comfort blanket
My milk to my thirst; bread to my hunger
A medicine for the hearts sorrow
Why in the grass below For she’s an addiction that’s healthy and free.
do birds start at the wind's noises,
unleashing their honeyed voices She is moonlight to the darkness
as they hop from bough to bough? A light not a fire
With her face so clear
Why should the spring that glows Makes me reach to goal of becoming me.
its crystalline murmur be tuning
to the zephyr's mellow crooning Alone in the city makes me sorrow
as among the flowers it flows? When tears run dry as I go
Are promises of a come back
Why seems to me more endearing, Of a diploma that will make them proud.
more fair than on other days,
the dawn's enchanting face Struggles without her are like tragedy
among red clouds appearing? Yet her eyes says that I can do it
Doing things will be much easier
For my lady will be my motivation.
The reason, dear mother, is
they feast your day of bloom: A career to come is my furnish
the rose with its perfume, It’s me who did it but for her I can’t do it.
the bird with its harmonies. A return in home must be glad and cheers
For this time I have bring the gold we cherish.

And the spring that rings with laughter

upon this joyful day
with its murmur seems to say: