Hime Hiroda

Once serene this cerulean face untroubled
The golden orb with warm kisses it smothered
The playful zephyrs to it daily sends
Scents of plum, of roses and of the dame of night
...

Why does it always seem to end for me this way
Feeling such heart-wrenching longings day by day?
The sweet summer sun shone so bright for me earlier
But why could I not feel its usual warm caress
...

Mahigit tatlong siglo ng dusa, dugo at luha
Tiniis nila para sa 'sang dakilang adhika
Para sa hinaharap, bayani'y nagpaalipin
Kahimanawari'y kalayaa'y sa 'tin masalin
...

Spring has come! Rejoice my soul for the frost is gone;
The blue that encased is now melted,
And the trees with scents are now sprayed
All with blooms be dewed, arrayed.
...

'Tis torture! this onus I bear
The world with its standards and various cares.
Can I not, for one moment, be spared?
My heart cries out its agonies and swears
...