Martes, Mayo 29, 2012


Sa Aking mga Kabata 



Kapagka ang baya’y sadyang umiibig
Sa langit salitang kaloob ng langit
Sanlang kalayaan nasa ring masapi

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 pagyamanin kusa
Na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala
Ang wikang Tagalog tulad din sa Latin,


Sa Ingles, Kastila, at salitang anghel,
Sapagkat ang Poong maalam tumingin
Ang siyang naggagawad, nagbibigay sa atin.
Ang salita nati’y tulad din sa iba


Na may alfabeto at sariling letra,
Na kaya nawala’y dinatnan ng sigwa
Ang lunday sa lawa noong dakong una.


----->Unang Tula ni Rizal. Sa edad 8, isunulat ni Rizal ang una niyang tula ng isinulat sa katutubong wika at pinamagatang "SA AKING MGA KABATA".


To Virgin Mary 

(English Version)


Mary, sweet peace, solace dear
Of pained mortal ! You're the fount
Whence emanates the stream of succor,
That without cease our soil fructifies.

From thy throne, from heaven high,
Kindly hear my sorrowful cry!
And may thy shining veil protect
My voice that rises with rapid flight.

Thou art my Mother, Mary, pure;
Thou'll be the fortress of my life;
Thou'll be my guide on this angry sea.
If ferociously vice pursues me,
If in my pains death harasses me,
Help me, and drive away my woes!


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Sa Mahal na Birhen Maria
   (Tagalog Version)

Ikaw na ligaya ng buong kinapal
Mariang sakdal tamis na kapayapaan,
Bukal ng saklolong hindi naghuhmpay
Daloy ng biyayang walang pakasyahan.

Mula sa trono mong langit na mataas,
Akoy's marapating lawitan ng lingap
Sa daing ng aking tinig na may pakpak.

Ikaw na ina ko, Mariang matimtiman,
Ikaw ang buhay ko at aking sandigan,
Sa maalong dagat, ikaw ang patnubay

Sa oras ng lalong masisidhing tukso.
At kung malapit na ang kamatayan ko,
Lumbay ko'y pawiin, saklolohan ako!


POR LA EDUCACION (SPANISH)
( Recibe Lustre La Patria )


La sabia educacion, vital aliento
Infunde una virtud encantadora;
Ella eleva la Patria al alto asiento
De la gloria inmortal, deslumbradora,
Y cual de fresca brisa al soplo lento
Reverdece el matiz de flor odcra:
Tal la educacion al ser humano
Buenhechora engrandece con larga mano.

Por ella sacrifica su existencia
El mortal y el placido reposo;
Por ella nacer vense el arte y la ciencia
Que cinen al humano lauro hermoso:
Y cual del alto monte en la eminencia
Brota el puro raudal de arroyo undoso;
Asi la educacion da sin mesura
A la patria do mora paz segura.

Do sabia educacion trono levanta
Lozana juventud robusta crece
Que subyuga el error con firme planta
Y con nobles ideas se engrandece:
Del vicio la cerviz ella quebranta;
Negro crimen ante ella palidence:
Ella domena barbaras naciones,
Y de salvajes hace campeones.

Y cual el manantial que alimentando
Las plantas, los arbustos de la vega,
Su placido caudal va derramando,
Y con bondoso afan constante riega
Las riberas do vase deslizando,
Y a la bella natura nada niega:
Tal al que sabia educacion procura
Del honor se levanta hasta la lectura.

De sus labios la aguas cristalinas
De celica virtud sin cesar brotan,
Y de su fe las providas doctrinas
Del mal las fuerzas debiles agotan,
Que se estrellan cual olas blanquecinas
Que la playas inmoviles azotan:
Y apreden con su ejemplo loas mortales
A trepar por las sendas celestiales.

En el pecho de miserios humanonos
Ella enciende del bien la viva llama;
Al fiero criminal ata las manos,
Y el consuelo en los pechos fiel derrama.
Que buscan sus beneficos arcanos;
Y en el amor de bien su pecho inflama:
Y es la educacion noble y cumplida
El balsamo seguro de la vida.

Y cual penon que elevase altanero
En medio da las ondas borrascosas
Al bramar del huracan y noto fiero,
Desprecia su furor y olas furiosas,
Que fatigadas del horror primero
Se retiran en calma temerosas;
Tal es el que sabia educacion dirige
Las riendas de la patria invicto rige.

En zafiros estallense los hechos;
Tributele la patria mil honores;
Pues de sus hijos en las nobles pechos
Transplanto la virtud lozanas flores;
Y en el amor del bien siempre deshechos
Veran las gobernantes y senores
Al noble pueblo que con fiel ventura
Cristiana educacion siempre procura.

Y cual de rubio sol de la manana
Vierten oro los rayos esplendentes,
Y cual la bella aurora de oro y grana
Esparce sus colores refulgentes;
Tal noche instruccion, ofrece ufana
De virtud el placer a los vivientes,
Y ella a nuestra cara patria ilustre
Inmortal esplendor y ilustre.



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Education Gives Luster to Motherland 



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 beneficent
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 pleasure of virtue to young and old
And she enlightens out Motherland dear
As she offers endless glow and luster.

Sa kabataang Pilipino


Itaas ang iyong
Malinis na noo
Sa araw na ito,
Kabataang Pilipino!
Igilas mo na rin ang kumikinang mong
Mayamang sanghaya
Magandang pag-asa ng Bayan kong Mutya!

Makapangyarihang wani’y lumilipad,
At binibigyang ka ng muning mataas,
Na maitutulad ng ganap na lakas,
Mabilis na hangin, sa kanyang paglipad,
Malinis na diwa, sa likmuang hangad.

Ikaw ay bumaba
Na taglay ang ilaw
Ng sining at agham
Sa paglalabanan,
Bunying kabataan,
At iyong kalagiun ang gapos mong iyang
Tanikalang bakal na kinatalian
Ng matulain mong waning kinagisnan.

Ikaw na lagi nang pataas nag lipad,
Sa pakpak ng iyong Mayamang pangarap,
Na iyong Makita sa Ilimpong ulap
Ang lalong matamis
Na mag tulaing pinakananais,
Ng higit ang sarap
Kaysa “ambrosia” at “nectar” na awagas
Ng mga bulaklak.

Ikaw na may tinig
Na buhat sa langit,
Kaagaw sa tamis
Na kay Filomenang Malinis na hiomig,
Sa gabing tahimik
Ay pinaparam mo ang sa taong sakit,
Ikaw, na ang batong sukdulan ng tigas
Sa lakas ng iyong diwa’y nagagawad
Ng buhay at gilas,
At ang alaalang makislap
Ay nabibigayan ng kamay mong masikap
Ng buhay na walang masasabing wakes.

At ikaw, na siyang
Sa may iba’t ibang
Balani ni Febong kay Apelas mahal,
Gayundin sa lambong ng katalagahan,
Na siayng sa guhit ng pinsel mong tanga’y
Nakapaglilipat sa kayong alinman;

Hayo na’y tumakbo! Sapagka’t ang banal
Na ningas ng wani’y nais maputungan
Kayong naglalama’y,
At maipamansag ng tambuling tangan,
Saan man humanggan,
Ang ngalan ng tao, sa di matulusang
Lawak ng palibot na nakasasaklaw.

Malwalhating araw,
Ito, Pilipinas, sa lupang tuntungan!
Ang Lumikha’y dapat na pasalamatan,
Dahilan sa kanyang mapagmahal,
Na ikaw’y pahatdan.


-->Salin ito ng tulang “A La Juventud Filipina” na sinulat ni Rizal sa Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas noong siya’y labingwalong taong gulang. Ang tulang ito ang nagkamit ng unang gantimpala sa timnpalak sa pagsulat ng tula, na itinaguyod ng Liceo Artistico Literario, sanahang binubuo ng mga taong mahilig sa panitikan at sa sining. Mga Kastila’t katutubo ang lumahook na sa paligsahan nguni’t ang Lupon ng Inampalang binubuo ng mga kastila ay humanga sa tula ni Rizal at ipinagkaloob ditto ang unang gantimpala.

Ang tulang ito ang kauna-unahang lantarang pagpapahayag ni Rizal ng kaniyang damdaming makabansa. Hinihimok niya ang kabataang Pilipino upang mamukadkad at linangin ang kaniyang masisining na katalinuhan, tinatawag itong “Magandang Pag-asa ng Bayan Kong Mutya,” na ngayo’y isang pariralang malimit banggitin.

Sa tula’y ipinahahayag na ang Pilipinas ay bayan ng mga Pilipino at ang salitang “Pilipino” ay unang ginagamit upang tawagin ang mga katutubo ng Pilipinas, hindi ang mga kastilang ipinanganak sa Pilipinas, na siyang gamit ng salitang ito.




A Poem That Has No Title 



To my Creator I sing
Who did soothe me in my great loss;
To the Merciful and Kind
Who in my troubles gave me repose.

Thou with that pow'r of thine
Said: Live! And with life myself I found;
And shelter gave me thou
And a soul impelled to the good
Like a compass whose point to the North is bound.

Thou did make me descend
From honorable home and respectable stock,
And a homeland thou gavest me
Without limit, fair and rich
Though fortune and prudence it does lack.

     Kundiman 
     (English Version)


Truly hushed today
Are my tongue and heart
Harm is discerned by love
And joy flies away,
'Cause the Country was
Vanquished and did yield
Through the negligence
Of the one who led.

But the sun will return to dawn;
In spite of everything
Subdued people
Will be liberated;
The Filipino name
Will return perhaps
And again become
In vogue in the world.

We shall shed
Blood and it shall flood
Only to emancipate
The native land;
While the designated time
Does not come,
Love will rest
And anxiety will sleep.

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Kundiman
(Tagalog Version)

Tunay ngayong umid yaring dila't puso
Sinta'y umiilag, tuwa'y lumalayo,
Bayan palibhasa'y lupig at sumusuko
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.



Our Mother Tounge   

IF truly a people dearly love
The tongue to them by Heaven sent,
They'll surely yearn for liberty
Like a bird above in the firmament.

BECAUSE by its language one can judge
A town, a barrio, and kingdom;
And like any other created thing
Every human being loves his freedom.

ONE who doesn't love his native tongue,
Is worse than putrid fish and beast;
AND like a truly precious thing
It therefore deserves to be cherished.

THE Tagalog language's akin to Latin,
To English, Spanish, angelical tongue;
For God who knows how to look after us
This language He bestowed us upon.

AS others, our language is the same
With alphabet and letters of its own,
It was lost because a storm did destroy
On the lake the bangka 1 in years bygone.


----->A poem originally in Tagalog written by Rizal when he was only eight years old