Jose Rizal - Mi Ultimo Adios - My Last Farewell - Joey Ayala

[sagelalim]

spanish conquestador is still here in philippines..and still commenting..spanish government is a bacward nation at the time american come..slavery is there talent manipulation by religion is their specialty to all the native pango like me..im atheist right now still hate spanish occupation better be with malaysia or indonesia or brunei..better be muslim..approve muna to uploader kng hndi bka meztiso k.tnks.

[zurcsurot]

It is a pity that we Filipinos of today can't even understand our national hero's farewell without the help of a language that he himself barely spoken.

[halashet]

fuck spain..

[idontknow123101]

@halashet What's your problem with spain?

[Einstien1879]

jose rizal padre el nacion santficado sea tu nombre...: > )

please save us from our INSANE leaders...: > )

[giannemae]

oh god, the memories it gave me. reciting 5 stanzas of this beautiful poem in spanish wearing Filipiniana garb and with action/feelings

[RepublicadeFilipinas]

¡Un saludo amigos! Desde el @ Canal de Filipinas en idioma español.

[godam999]

Si el uso del castellano ha retrocedido en Filipinas, España ha dejado una herencia mejor que cuarenta años de ocupación yanqui no han conseguido borrar: las mestizas hispano-filipinas, poco abundantes pero por eso mismo más valiosas.

¡Bellísimas!

[godam999]

Es una lástima que la mayoría de los filipinos actuales no puedan leer este bellísimo poema en su lengua original.

[explorersl]

Precioso poema de Rizal.

But Rizal was not a revolutionary, was a young Hispanic-Filipino bourgeois. He never accepted the charge of having betrayed Spain. He sought administrative reforms for the Philippines, among them that the Philippines will become a Spanish province in its own right, with a corresponding end of colonial status. And above all, end the religious orders tutelage over the social life of the islands, which prevented its modernization and progress.

[evolkei]

Napakaganda at napakalalim ng damdamin.

[Edomgg]

Pero qué malamente cante este tío. Que aprenda primero a hablar español.

[unalegeli]

duyarlı bir gençsin, sanat için doğanlardansın, teşekkürler

[Lalitamusic]

""Although the world moves on, this is posted in honor of his memory ####lest we as a nation forget what happened during those times of tyranny and oppression####.""

Nothing could be more appropriate for the present time Enzo. There are those NOW who have an agenda of oppression and tyranny, not for a nation but for the entire world. We all need to stand united NOW to once again defeat this very real and prevailing threat to our liberty.

Love

Lalita

[blueyoyi]

This beautiful and emotion-laden poem was written by Dr. Jose Rizal on the night before his execution at dawn of Dec. 30, 1896 as his last statement to the Filipino people.

Although the world moves on, this is posted in honor of his memory lest we as a nation forget what happened during those times of tyranny and oppression.

The Philippines was a colony of Spain for over 300 years; of the US for about 50 years; and for a few years each by the Japanese and the British.

[muzaraque]

@blueyoyi Philippines was not a colony of Spain, was an inner part of Spain. The ferocious eagle hurt the lion rampant, and converted those ultraseas regions into colonies. In fact many filipinos kept their spanish citizenship for decades.

[sam74]

@muzaraque That is correct! Spain gave all the people of her provinces Spanish citizenship. When the Americans invaded they never considered giving the Filipinos an American citizenship despite forcing them to change their language from Spanish to English. It is unfortunate that most Filipinos do not know their history since most of it is written in Spanish.

[joshuabernil436]

@blueyoyi ya actually 333 years to be exact becasue i'm a proud filipino kid

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

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!

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.

[blueyoyi]

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.