MY LAST FAREWELL
1st Stanza Dream of my life, my living and burning desire,
Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun
caressed,
Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost!
Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life's best,
And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest,
still would I give it thee, nor count the cost.
Philippines, the country that I and others are
fighting for, was taken from us. I am glad to
give my life to all Filipinos for freedom even
if my life deserves a brighter and more
blessed future.
2nd Stanza
On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight,
Others have given their lives, without doubt or
heed;
The place matters not-cypress or laurel or lily white,
Scaffold of open plain, combat or martyrdom's
plight,
Tis ever the same, to serve our home and
country's need.
In a battle, it does not matter who you are
and where you are. All that matters is that
you, without any second thought, are willing
to die, to fight and sacrifice anything for our
country and for it's betterment.
3rd Stanza
I die just when I see the dawn break,
through the gloom of night, to herald the day;
And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take,
Poured out at need for thy dear sake,
to dye with its crimson the waking ray.
The freedom that I adore will be achieved
just after I die. If that liberation wants the
stain of my blood, then I am very willing to
die for our country just to attain the liberty I
was hoping for.
4th Stanza
My dreams, when life first opened to me,
My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high,
Were to see thy loved face, O gem of the Orient
sea,
From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free;
No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye.
My love for the country started when I was
still young. I dreamed of seeing this country
in renowned liberation, free from sadness
and misery.
5th Stanza
All hail! Cries the soul that is now to take flight;
All hail! And sweet it is for thee to expire;
to die for thy sake, that thou mays aspire;
and sleep in thy bosom eternity's long night.
My dream of liberation is my desire to
dedicate my life to our beloved country. All
Hail! is a positive greeting of my near death
and I am willing to give my life even if it
would be ended, I wont feel sorry.
6th Stanza
If over my grave someday thou sees grow,
in the grassy sod, a humble flower,
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so,
While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below
the touch of thy tenderness, thy breath's warm
power.
When the country develops and theres
growth of independence someday, I will
then be forgotten. I just want a loving and
tender kiss and a warm breath in my tomb
so I could feel Im not disremembered.
7th Stanza
Let the moon beam over me soft and serene,
Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,
Let the wind with sad lament over me keen;
And if on my cross a bird should be seen,
Let it trill there its hymn of peace to my ashes.
I want to see the moon, dawn, wind, and a
bird over my grave. A night without its
sadness, wind that will cry over my grave
and the bird that sings of peace that comes
with liberation as I rests below.
8th Stanza
Let the sun draw the vapors up to the sky,
And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protest;
Let some kind soul o'er my untimely fate sigh,
And in the still evening a prayer be lifted on high
From thee, O my country, that in God I may rest.
The land is purified by taking away the
sorrows and tears that has shed with my
last cry. You must think of why I died and I
want to hear a prayer in the silent evening
that will make me rest in peace in Gods
hands.
9th Stanza
Pray for all those that hapless have died,
For all who have suffered the unmeasured pain;
For our mothers that bitterly their woes have cried,
For widows and orphans, for captives by torture
tried;
And then for thyself that redemption thou mays
gain.
Ask for Gods mercy to the people who are
miserable and in deep pain. Also pray for
me for we all are deserving to gain
redemption.
I bade goodbye to my adored Fatherland, to
my parents, friends, and the small children.
My death will be satisfied for I will be going
to a place where there is peace , no slaves
and a place where God rules over, not the
tyrants.

10th Stanza
And when the dark night wraps the graveyard
around,
with only the dead in their vigil to see;
Break not my repose or the mystery profound,
and perchance thou mays hear a sad hymn
resound;
'Tis I, O my country, raising a song unto thee.
When I die, my tomb will be on burial
ground with other dead people, yet my love
for our country still lives on. If by chance
youll remember me, you must let me rest in
peace and if youll hear a song stemming
from the grave, it was I who sings for our
Fatherland.
14th Stanza
Farewell to you all, from my soul torn away,
Friends of my childhood in the home dispossessed!
Give thanks that I rest from the wearisome day!
Farewell to thee, too, sweet friend that lightened my
way;
Beloved creatures all, farewell! In death there is
rest!
Farewell to all my fellow countrymen and
my childhood friends who help me. In
Death there is rest! means that I, being set
to be sentenced to death, accepts with all
bravery after fighting for the freedom and is
glad to die in peace.

11th Stanza

When even my grave is remembered no more,

Unmarked by never a cross nor a stone;
Let the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it
o'er,
That my ashes may carpet thy earthly floor,
Before into nothingness at last they are blown.

I want to be useful even if I am already

dead. Let my grave still be useful for
growing crops. Let the plow pass over me
and cultivates what I can offer before my
fertile soil be gone.

12th Stanza

Then will oblivion bring to me no care,

As over thy vales and plains I sweep;
Throbbing and cleansed in thy space and air,
With color and light, with song and lament I fare,
Ever repeating the faith that I keep.

Being forgotten does not matter to me for I

would travel distant and wide place over my
beloved fatherland. I will always keep my
faith as I sing the hymn of our nation.

13th Stanza

My Fatherland adored, that sadness to my sorrow

lends,
Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by!
I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends;
for I go where no slave before the oppressor bends,
Where faith can never kill, and God reigns ever on
high!