Himno a Talisay

Hail, Talisay,

firm and faithful,

ever forward

march elate!

You, victorious,

the elements

—land, sea and air—

shall dominate!



The sandy beach of Dapitan

and the rocks of its lofty mountain

are your throne. O sacred asylum

where I passed my childhood days!

In your valley covered with flowers

and shaded by fruitful orchards,

our minds received their formation,

both body and soul, by your grace.



We are children, children born late,

but our spirits are fresh and healthy;

strong men shall we be tomorrow

that can guard a family right.

We are children that nothing frightens,

not the waves, nor the storm, nor the thunder;

the arm ready, the young face tranquil,

in a fix we shall know how to fight.



We ransack the sand in our frolic;

through the caves and the thickets we ramble;

our houses are built upon rocks;

our arms reach far and wide.

No darkness, and no dark night,

that we fear, no savage tempest;

if the devil himself comes forward,

we shall catch him, dead or alive!



Talisayon, the people call us:

a great soul in a little body;

in Dapitan and all its region

Talisay has no match!

Our reservoir is unequalled;

our precipice is a deep chasm;

and when we go rowing, our bancas

no banca in the world can catch!



We study the problems of science

and the history of the nation.

We speak some three or four languages;

faith and reason we span.

Our hands can wield at the same time

the knife, the pen and the spade,

the picket, the rifle, the sword—

companions of a brave man.



Long live luxuriant Talisay!

Our voices exalt you in chorus,

clear star, dear treasure of childhood,

a childhood you guide and please.

In the struggles that await the grown man,

subject to pain and sorrow,

your memory shall be his amulet;

snd your name, in the tomb, his peace.

Mi Ultimo Adios

Sa Kabataang Pilipino

(A La Juventud Filipina)

Itaas ang iyong noong aliwalas
ngayon, Kabataan ng aking pangarap!
ang aking talino na tanging liwanag
ay pagitawin mo, Pag-asa ng Bukas!

Ikaw ay lumitaw, O Katalinuhan
magitang na diwang puno sa isipan
mga puso nami'y sa iyo'y naghihintay
at dalhin mo roon sa kaitaasan.

Bumaba kang taglay ang kagiliw-giliw
na mga silahis ng agham at sining
mga Kabataan, hayo na't lagutin
ang gapos ng iyong diwa at damdamin.

Masdan ang putong na lubhang makinang
sa gitna ng dilim ay matitigan
maalam na kamay, may dakilang alay
sa nagdurusa mong bayang minamahal.

Ikaw na may bagwis ng pakpak na nais
kagyat na lumipad sa tuktok ng langit
paghanapin mo ang malambing na tinig
doon sa Olimpo'y pawang nagsisikap.

Ikaw na ang himig ay lalong mairog
Tulad ni Pilomel na sa luha'y gamot
at mabisang lunas sa dusa't himuntok
ng puso at diwang sakbibi ng lungkot

Ikaw, na ang diwa'y makapangyarihan
matigas na bato'y mabibigyang-buhay
mapagbabago mo alaalang taglay
sa iyo'y nagiging walang kamatayan.

Ikaw, na may diwang inibig ni Apeles
sa wika inamo ni Pebong kay rikit
sa isang kaputol na lonang maliit
ginuhit ang ganda at kulay ng langit.

Humayo ka ngayon, papagningasin mo
ang alab ng iyong isip at talino
maganda mong ngala'y ikalat sa mundo
at ipagsigawan ang dangal ng tao.

Araw na dakila ng ligaya't galak
magsaya ka ngayon, mutyang Pilipinas
purihin ang bayang sa iyo'y lumingap
at siyang nag-akay sa mabuting palad.

UZBITONDO, TERROR OF JOLO

(EL COMBATE UZBITONDO, TERROR DE JOLO)

A hundred war-tested vessels
At the mercy of tame wind,
Leave joyful Manila
Ploughing the agitated sea.
Within a while they descry
With Moros from Jolo,
Who proudly hoist
A thousand waving banners.

After strong athletes
Their shores had treaded
And their cannons aimed
Against the enemy’s wall,
With manly accent
The General spoke: “Soldiers:
on your valor depends
the luxuriant laurels of triumph.
I would rather die
Than desist from the attack:
Remember that the country entrusts you with
Her noble, sacred seals.”

Thus, he spoke, like the furious South wind
Fenced by horrid lightnings
in furious tempest
sows mourning and sad wailing;
so does the unconquered Uzbitondo,
by his soldiers followed,
sow death everywhere
with steel in hand.

And like the lion in the forests
Roars, engendering terror,
At sight of the prey
That he with havoc devours;
Thus the famed warriors
With fury and with fierce grimness,
Approach the walls
Launching a daring attack.

And the Lion of Castille
Shakes its angry mane
And primes its sharp claw
To sow weeping everywhere.

Eight fortresses of the Moros
From Jolo surrender
To the fierce roar of Mars
And the havoc of Uzbitondo.

Ah! They are, noble Spain,
Like heroes of Lepanto,
They are those who in Pavia
Were the lightning of war.

Fire consumes and devours
The castles and palaces
And all Jolo possesses,
As our men attack.

Perfidous Mahumat flees,
Impious and tyrant Sultan,
And the valiant warriors
Singing enter Jolo.

RELIGION AND EDUCATION

(ALIANZA INTIMA ENTRE LA RELIGION Y LA EDUCACION)

Like climbing ivy
Tortuously creeps
Along the erect elm,
Both being enchantment to the verdant meadow,
And beautify each other
As united they grow;
And if the compassionate elm were missing,
The ivy in wanting of its consolation
Would see itself sadly wilt;
Thus, so close an alliance sincerely
Unites Education
With the soul of Religion:
Because of her, Education attains renown;
And woe to the being who blindly casts aside
The wise doctrines of saintly Religion,
From its pure stream nefariously fleeing.

If from the pompous grapevine
Proudly grows the stem
And offers its sweet clusters,
While generously the vine shoot
By loving plant is fed”
As limpid currents
Of celestial virtue give new life
To education complete,
Guiding her with its refulgent light;
Exuding delicate perfume for her,
And presents us with her savory fruits.
Without Religion, human Education
Is like a ship buffeted by the wind.
That losses her rudder in horrible combat
To the thundering impact jolt
Of the terrible tempestuous North wind
That fiercely battles her
Until it haughtily sinks her
In the abysses of the angry sea.

If the dew from the sky
Invigorates and nourishes the meadow,
And because of it, in beautiful spring,
The flowers bloom to adorn the soil;
Thus would pious Religion fertilize
Education with its doctrines,
Towards pleasant good shall it walk
With generous plant;
And bearing vigorous flowers of virtue
Disperse it perfumes everywhere.

Elcano First to Encircle the World

(Y Es ESPAÑOL ELCANO, EL PRIMERO EN DAR LA VUELTA AL MUNDO)

Whither is that fragile sailboat bound
that ploughs seas remote,
and proudly sails
seeking lands unkown?

Who is he that the vast world
unconquered and valiantly crosses,
from the profound Occident
to the rose Orient?

He's a hero of Spain,
new Titan of the Pyrenees,
who with rage defies
the hurricane if it detains him.

‘Tis Elcano who attempts
a venture that enchants the world;
he promises to accomplish it
and its magnitude daunts him not.

And like the red-tailed eagle
That soars in the wind
With unequalled flight
And rapid movement,

And of raucous tempest
The horrible hiss scorns,
And with majesty scoffs
At the crash of thunderbolts;

And like unyielding rock
Furors of impetuous Ocean
Or or the hurricane’s rigors
Alters not;

Such us Elcano the unconquered,
In crossing raging waves,
Taming them sovereign-like
With his Spanish vessels.

He crossed of the vast world
Its roundness victoriously,
And with valor second to none
The wide orb measured.

May thousand laurels crown your brow,
Athlete of the Spanish people;
And with refulgent diadem
Proudly fringe your temples.

The Embarkation: Hymn to Magellan's Float

(El Embarque: Himno a la flota de Magellanes)

On fair day
When radiant
Phoebus in the East
Happily shone,
In Barrameda
With great contentment
Movement
Reigned everywhere.

'Tis because on the shores
The caravels
Swell their sails
And shall depart;
Andan unknown world
Noble warriors
With their steel
Shall conquer.

And all is jubilation,
All happiness
And gallantry
In the city;
Everywhere reverberate
Hoarse sounds
Of the drums
With majesty.

Thousands and thousands of salvos
Greet the vessels
With echoes grave,
Of hoarse cannon,
And to the soldiers
The Spanish people
Render proud salute
With affection.

Adieu, she tells them,
Beloved sons,
Brave soldiers
Of the native home;
With glories crown
Our Spain,
In the campaign
On sea unknown.

As they sail away
To the gentle breath
Of the fresh wind
With emotion,
All bless
With pious voice
So glorious
Heroic action.

The people salute
For the last time,
The flag
Of Magellan,
That is enroute
To the ocean
Where rages insane
The hurricane.

Kundiman

Tunay ngayong umid yaring dila't puso
Sinta'y umiilag, tuwa'y lumalayo,
Bayan palibhasa'y lupig at sumuko
Sa kapabayaan ng nagturong puno.

Datapuwa't muling sisikat ang araw,
Pilit maliligtas ang inaping bayan,
Magbabalik mandin at muling iiral
Ang ngalang Tagalog sa sandaigdigan.

Ibubuhos namin ang dugo't babaha
Matubos nga lamang ang sa amang lupa
Habang di ninilang panahong tadhana,
Sinta'y tatahimik, iidlip ang nasa.

Ang Awit ni Maria Clara

Walang kasintamis ang mga sandali sa sariling bayan,
Doon sa ang lahat ay pinagpapala ng halik ng araw,
May buhay na dulot ang mahinhing simoy na galing sa parang.
Pagsinta'y matimyas, at napakatamis ng kamatayan man.

Maapoy na halik, ang idinarampi ng labi ng ina
Paggising ng sanggol sa kanyang kandungan na walang balisa,
Pagkawit sa leeg ng bisig na sabik pa-uumaga na,
Matang manininging ay nangakangiti't pupos ng ligaya.

Mamatay ay langit kung dahil sa ating lupang tinubuan,
Doon sa ang lahat ay pinagpapala ng halik ng araw,
Ang mahinhing simoy ns galing sa bukid ay lubhang mapanglaw
Sa wala nang ina, wala nang tahana't walang nagmamahal

Ang Ligpit kong Tahanan

(Mi Retiro)

Sa tabi ng dagat na humahalik pa sa tiping buhangin,
Malapit sa paa ng bundok na pelus kung pagmamalasin,
Ang munti kong kubo'y doon itinirik, sa saganang lilim
Ng mga halamang nakikipaglaro sa ihip ng hangin.
Aking dinudulang sa katabing gubat na masalimisim
Ang katiwasayang panlunas sa hapong isip ko't damdamin.

Ang atip ng bubong ay hamak na pawid, sahig ay kawayan,
Magaspang na kahoy ang mga haligi, pingga at tahilan,
Sa kubo kong ito ay walang bahangin may kahalagahan,
Lalong mabuti pa ang doon humilig sa lunting damuhan
Na abot ng bulong at awit ng dagat sa dalampasigan.

Doon ay may batis na umaawit pa habang naglalagos
Sa mga batuhan, magmula sa gubat sa may dakong likod;
Batis ay nagsanga sa tulong ng isang magaspang na tungkod,
kung gabing tahimik ay may bulong siyang nakapag-aantok,
At kung araw naman, ang langit ay parang ibig na maabot.

Kung ang kalangita'y payapang-payapa, agos ay banayad,
Panay ang taginting ng kanyang gitarang hindi namamalas,
Pagbagsak ng ulan, ang tulin ng agos ay walang katulad,
Humahagunot pa sa nangaghambalang na batong malapad,
Sa di mapipigil na kanyang pagtakbong patungo sa dagat.

Palahaw ng aso at awit ng ibon, at sigaw ng kalaw,
Ang ingay na tanging siyang bumabasag sa katahimikan;
Doo'y di kilala ang tinig ng taong palalo't mayabang
Na susunu-sunod sa nasang guluhin ang aking isipan;
Ako'y naliligid ng katabing dagat at ng gubat lamang.

Ang dagat, ah, ito ay siya ngang lahat kung para sa akin,
Kung dumadaluhong mula sa di tanaw na mga pampangin,
Sa akin, ang kanyang ngiti kung pananalig ko'y parang
nagmamaliw,
At kung dapit-hapong ang pananalig ko'y parang nagmamaliw,
Siya ay may bulong na inihahatid sa akin ng hangin.

Pagdating ng gabi, dakilang palabas ng kahiwagaan,
Malaking liwanag ng mumunting kislap na hindi mabilang
Ang doon sa langit ay nakalaganap sa kaitaasan;
Habang dinadalit niyong mga alon ang saklap ng buhay,
Dalit na malabo pagka't nilulunod ang sariling ingay.

Isinasalaysay ang ayos ng mundo nang unang sumikat
Ang araw sa langit, at sila'y laruin ng kanyang liwanag;
Nang mula sa wala'y dami ng kinapal ang biglang kumalat
Sa kailaliman, at sa kapatagan, magpahanggang gubat,
Sa lahat ng dako na abot ng halik ng mayamang sinag.

Nguni't kung sa gabi'y magising ang hanging malikot, mailap,
At ang mga alon, sa galit na dala'y susugod, lulundag,
Mayrong mga siagaw na sa aking puso'y nagbibigay-sindak
, Mga tinig waring nagsisipagdasal, o nag sisiiyak,
Nagsisipanaghoy sa kailalimang kadilima'y ganap.

At saka uugong ang marahang taghoy na mula sa bundok,
Mga punungkahoy at ang mga damo'y nagsisipangatog,
Pati mga pastol ay nababalisa't pawang mga takot,
Sapagka't, anila, ang mga kalulwa'y noon sumisipot
At nag-aanyayang sa kanilang handa sila ay dumulog.

Gabi'y bumubulong sa gitna ng sindak at pagkaligalig,
At sa dagat nama'y bughaw't lunting apoy ang pasilip-silip;
Pag ngiti ng araw'y payapa na naman ang buong paligid,
At mula sa laot, yaong mangingisda ay napagigilid,
Sugod na ang lunday at ang mga alon ay nananahimik.

Ganyan ang buhay ko sa aking payapa't ligpit na tahanan;
Sa mundong nang dati ay kilala ako, ako'y pinapanaw,
Nasapit kong palad, sa ngayon ay aking binubulay-bulay;
Isang bato akong binalot ng lumot upanding matakpan
Sa mata ng mundo ang mga damdaming sa puso ay taglay.

Dahil sa naiwang mga minamahal, ako'y nangangamba,
Mga ngalan nila'y di ko nalilimot sa laot ng sigwa;
May nangagsilayo at mayroon namang nangagsipanaw na;
Nguni't sa lumipas kong hindi mapapaknit kahit agawin pa.

Kaibigan iyang sa lahat ng oras ay aking kapiling
Sa gitna ng lumbay ay nagpapasigla sa diwa't damdamin;
Sa gabing tahimik, siya'y nagtatanod at nananalangin,
Kasama-sama ko sa pagkakatapong malungkot isipan,
Upang kung manlaming ang pananalig ko ay papag-alabin.

Yaong pananalig na ibig ko sanang makitang kumislap
Sa dakilang araw ng pangingibabaw ng Isip sa lakas;
Kung makalipas na itong kamataya't labanang marahas,
Ay may ibang tinig, na lalong masigla at puspos ng galak,
Na siyang aawit ng pananangumpay ng matwid, sa lahat.

Aking natatanaw na namumula na ang magandang langit,
Gaya noong aking bukuin sa hagap ang una kong nais;
Aking nadarama ang dati ring hangin sa noong may pawis,
Nararamdam ko ang dati ring apoy na nagpapainit
Sa tinataglay kong dugong kabataang magulo ang isip.

Ang nilalanghap kong mga simoy dito'y nagdaan marahil
Sa mga ilugan at sa mga bukid niyong bayan namin;
Sa pagbalik nila ay kanila sanang ihatid sa akin
Ang buntong-hininga ng minamahal kong malayo sa piling,
Pahatid na mula sa pinagsanglaan ng unang paggiliw.

Kung aking mamasdan sa abuhing langit ang buwang marilag.
Nararamdaman kong ang sugat ng puso'y muling nagnanaknak;
Naaalaala ang sumpaan naming kami'y magtatapat,
Ang dalampasigan, ang bukid at saka arkong may bulaklak,
Ang buntong-hininga, ang pananahimik at ang piping galak.

Isang paruparong hanap ay bulaklak at saka liwanag,
Malalayong bayan ang lagi nang laman ng kanyang pangarap;
Musmos na musmos pa, tahana'y nilisa't ako ay lumayang,
Upang maglimayon, na ang diwa'y laya at walang bagabag - -
Ganyan ko ginugol ang mga pili kong panahon at oras.

At nang mapilitang ako ay bumalik sa dating tahanan,
Kagaya ng isang ibong nanghina na sa kapanahunan,
May nag bagong sigwang malakas, mabangis na parang
halimaw;
Ang mga pakpak ko'y nagkabali-bali't tahana'y pumanaw,
Ang aking tiwala'y ipinagkanulo't lahat na'y nagunaw.

Sa pagkakatapong malayo sa bayang pinakaiibig,
Ang hinaharap ko'y madilim na lubha't walang tatangkilik:
Pamuli na namang susungaw ang aking mga panaginip,
Tanging kayamanan ng kabuhayan kong sagana sa hapis;
Mga pananalig niyong kabataang matapat, malinis.

Dapwa't kung ikaw ma'y umaasa ngayong iyong makakamtan
Yaong gantimpalang hindi magmamaliw magpakailan man,
Hindi ka na paris ng dating magilas at buhay na buhay;
Sa hapis mong mukha'y may bakas na hindi mapagkakamalan
Yaong pananalig na dapat mahalin at ipagsanggalang.

At upang aliwin, handog mo sa aki'y mga panaginip,
Nagsaang panahon ng kabataan ko'y ipinasisilip;
Kaya nga salamat, O sigwang biyaya sa akin ng langit,
Alam mo ang oras na takdang pagpigil sa gala kong isip,
Upang ibalik mo sa pinanggalingang lupang iniibig.

Sa tabi ng dagat na humahalik pa sa tiping buhangin,
Malapit sa paa ng bundok na pelus kung pagmamalasin,
Aking nasumpungan ang isang tahanang sagana sa lilim,
Aking natuklasan sa katabing gubat na masalimsim
Ang katiwasayang panlunas sa hapong isip ko't damdamin.

To The Flowers Of Heidelberg

Go to my country, go, foreign flowers,
Planted by the traveler on his way,
And there beneath that sky of blue
That over my beloved towers,
Speak for this traveler to say
What faith in his homeland he breathes to you.

Go and say. . . say that when the dawn
First drew your calyx open there
Beside the River Neckar chill,
You saw him standing by you, very still,
Reflecting on the primrose flush you wear.

Say that when the morning light
Her toll of perfume from you wrung,
While playfully she whispered, "How I love you!"
He too murmured here above you
Tender love songs in his native tongue.

That when the rising sun the height
Of Kainigsthul in early morn first spies,
And with its tepid light
Is pouring life in valley, wood, and grove,
He greets the sun as it begins to rise,
Which in his native land is blazing straight above.

And tell them of that day he staid
And plucked you from the border of the path,
Amid the ruins of the feudal castle,
By the River Neckar, and in the silvan shade.
Tell them what he told you
As tenderly he took
Your pliant leaves and pressed them in a book,
Where now its well worn pages close enfold you.

Carry, carry, flowers of Rhine,
Love to every love of mine,
Peace to my country and her fertile loam,
Virtue to her women, courage to her men,
Salute those darling ones again,
Who formed the sacred circle of our home.

And when you reach that shore,
Each kiss I press upon you now,
Deposit on the pinions of the wind,
And those I love and honor and adore
Will feel my kisses carried to their brow.

Ah, flowers, you may fare through,
Conserving still, perhaps, your native hue;
Yet, far from Fatherland, heroic loam
To which you owe your life,
The perfume will be gone from you;
For aroma is your soul; it cannot roam
Beyond the skies which saw it born, nor e'er forget

Education Gives Luster To The Motherland

(Por La Education Recibe Lustre La Patria)

Wise education, vital breath
Inspires an enchanting virtue;
She puts the Country in the lofty seat
Of endless glory, of dazzling glow,
And just as the gentle aura's puff
Do brighten the perfumed flower's hue:
So education with a wise, guiding hand,
A benefactress, exalts the human band.

Man's placid repose and earthly life
To education he dedicates
Because of her, art and science are born
Man; and as from the high mount above
The pure rivulet flows, undulates,
So education beyond measure
Gives the Country tranquility secure.

Where wise education raises a throne
Sprightly youth are invigorated,
Who with firm stand error they subdue
And with noble ideas are exalted;
It breaks immortality's neck,
Contemptible crime before it is halted:
It humbles barbarous nations
And it makes of savages champions.

And like the spring that nourishes
The plants, the bushes of the meads,
She goes on spilling her placid wealth,
And with kind eagerness she constantly feeds,
The river banks through which she slips,
And to beautiful nature all she concedes,
So whoever procures education wise
Until the height of honor may rise.

From her lips the waters crystalline
Gush forth without end, of divine virtue,
And prudent doctrines of her faith
The forces weak of evil subdue,
That break apart like the whitish waves
That lash upon the motionless shoreline:
And to climb the heavenly ways the people
Do learn with her noble example.

In the wretched human beings' breast
The living flame of good she lights
The hands of criminal fierce she ties,
And fill the faithful hearts with delights,
Which seeks her secrets beneficient
And in the love for the good her breast she incites,
And it's th' education noble and pure
Of human life the balsam sure.

And like a rock that rises with pride
In the middle of the turbulent waves
When hurricane and fierce Notus roar
She disregards their fury and raves,
That weary of the horror great
So frightened calmly off they stave;
Such is one by wise education steered
He holds the Country's reins unconquered.

His achievements on sapphires are engraved;
The Country pays him a thousand honors;
For in the noble breasts of her sons
Virtue transplanted luxuriant flow'rs;
And in the love of good e'er disposed
Will see the lords and governors
The noble people with loyal venture
Christian education always procure.

And like the golden sun of the morn
Whose rays resplendent shedding gold,
And like fair aurora of gold and red
She overspreads her colors bold;
Such true education proudly gives
The pleasue of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.

Sa Aking Mga Kabata

(To My Childhood Companions)

Kapagka ang baya'y sadyang umiibig
Sa kanyang salitang kaloob ng langit,
Sanglang kalayaan nasa ring masapit
Katulad ng ibong nasa himpapawid.

Pagka't ang salita'y isang kahatulan
Sa bayan, sa nayo't mga kaharian,
At ang isang tao'y katulad, kabagay
Ng alin mang likha noong kalayaan.

Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita
Mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda,
Kaya ang marapat pagyamaning kusa
Na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala.

Ang wikang Tagalog tulad din sa Latin
Sa Ingles, Kastila at salitang anghel,
Sapagka't ang Poong maalam tumingin
Ang siyang naggawad, nagbigay sa atin.

Ang salita nati'y huwad din sa iba
Na may alfabeto at sariling letra,
Na kaya nawala'y dinatnan ng sigwa
Ang lunday sa lawa noong dakong una.