streams of the living water, drifted
in the ocean of misery until the
beginning of freedom capture the quest of
independent in 18th century in the
pearl of the Orient seas
many have come and deceived by the beauty,
allure to conquer, where ground of blood
sprouted like mushroom of blood scattered
to the ground for liberty expose
smooth of revolution touches the streams
of Malayan race, as the mountain echo far
to reach the swords and canon appeal
to the silent of the horizon of peace
nay! every life capture and surrender,
for men and women steadfastly fight to the
last breath they sow, the garrison
of the intramuros shouted with ferries
of hatred and fashion to die and to live
according to the call of time embrace
the ideals of freedom becomes the halt
of every evaders, cascading from north to
south, the tribes survive armor with courage
and bravery to depend the nation quest of
liberty
the whole archipelagos mourn not to the
Conquistador's mighty hands; a thousand canon
subdue to their deeds and they perish
after the next dawn return
the past have mainstreaming to the present
and the canons and bow have vow to flame the
steadfast tranquility to progress and
development, thou nothing have gone to reach
the ace of the nation's dream, millions of
Filipino's savor the aspiration of the
great Malayan blood.
'Passion and dedication of Dr. JOSE RIZAL,
becomes the ingredients of Revolution of the
First Republic of the ASIA. PHILIPPINES'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem