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