Makamisa "The Third Novel Of Rizal" And His Poems: Rizal Poems

Makamisa "The Third Novel Of Rizal" And His Poems: Rizal Poems: Huling Paalam Paalam na, sintang lupang tinubuan, Bayang masagana sa init ng araw, Edeng maligaya sa ami’y pumanaw At perlas ng daga...

Rizal Poems

Huling Paalam

Paalam na, sintang lupang tinubuan,
Bayang masagana sa init ng araw,
Edeng maligaya sa ami’y pumanaw
At perlas ng dagat sa dakong Silangan.

Inihahandog ko ng ganap na tuwa
Sa iyo yaring buhay na lanta na’t aba;
Naging dakila ma’y iaalay rin nga
Kung dahil sa iyong ikatitimawa.

Ang nanga sa digmaan dumog sa paglaban
Handog din sa iyo ang kanilang buhay,
Hirap ay di pansin at di gunamgunam
Ang pagkaparool o pagtagumpay.

Bibitaya’t madlang mabangis na sakit
O pakikibakang lubhang mapanganib,
Pawang titiisin kung ito ang nais
Ng baya’t tahanang pinakaiibig.

Ako’y mamamatay ngayong minamalas
Ang kulay ng langit na nanganganinag
Ibinababalang araw ay sisikat
Sa kabila niyang mapanglaw na ulap.

Kung dugo ang iyong kinakailangan
Sa ikadidilag ng iyong pagsilang,
Dugo ko’y ibubo’t sa isa man lamang
Nang gumigiti mong sinag ay kuminang.

Ang mga nasa ko, mulang magkaisip,
Magpahanggang ngayon maganap ang bait,
Ang ikaw’y makitnag hiyas na marikit
Ng dagat Silangan na nakaliligid.

Noo mo’y maningning at sa mga mata
Mapait na luha bakas ma’y wala na,
Wala ka ng poot, wala ng balisa,
Walang kadungua’t munti mang pangamba,

Sa sandaling buhay maalab kong nais
Ang kagalingan mo’t ang paiwang sulit
Ng kaluluwa king gayak ng aalis:
Ginhawa’y kamtan mo! Anong pagkarikit!

Nang maaba’t ikaw’y mapataas lamang,
Mamatay at upang mabigyan kang buihay,
Malibing sa lupang puspos ng karika’t
Sa silong ng iyong langit ay mahimlay.

Kung sa ibang araw ikaw’y may mapansin
Nipot na bulaklak sa aba kong libing,
Sa gitna ng mga damong masisinsin,
Hagka’t ang halik mo’y itaos sa akin.

Sa samyo ng iyong pagsuyong matamis,
Mataos na taghoy ng may sintang sibsib,
Bayang tumaggap noo ko ng init,
Na natatabunan ng lupang malamig.

Bayan mong ako’y malasin ng buwan
Sa liwang niyang hilano’t malamlam;
Bayan ihatid sa aking liwayway
Ang banaang niyang dagling napaparam.

Bayaang humalik ang simoy ng hangin;
Bayaang sa huning masaya’y awitin
Ng darapong ibon sa kurus ng libing
Ang buhay payapang ikinaaaliw.

Bayaang ang araw na lubhang maningas
Pawiin ang ulan, gawing pawang ulap,
Maging panganuring sa langit umakyat,
At ang aking daing ay mapakilangkap.

Bayaang ang aking maagang pagpanw,
Itangis ng isnag lubos na nagmamahal;
Kung may umalala sa akin ng dasal,
Ako’y iyo sanang idalangin naman.

Idalangin mo rin ang di nagkapalad,
Na nangamatay na’t yaong nanganhirap
sa daming pasakit, at ang lumalangap
naming mga ina luhang masaklap.

Idalangin sampo ng bawa’t ulila
at nangapipiit na tigib ng dusa;
idalangin mo ring ikaw’y matubos na
sa pagkaaping laong binata.

Kung nababalot na ang mga libingan
Ng sapot na itim ng gabing mapanglaw,
at wala ng tanod kundi pawing patay,
huwang gambalain ang katahimikan.

Pagpitagan mo ang hiwagang lihim,
at mapapakinggan ang tinig marahil,
ng isang saltero: Ito nga’y ako ring
inaawitanka ng aking paggiliw.

Kung ang libingan kong limot na ang madla
ay wala nang kurus at bato mang tanda
sa nangangabubukid ay ipaubayang
bungkali’t isabog ang natipong lupa.

Ang mga abo ko’y bago pailanglang
mauwi sa wala na pinaggalingan,
ay makalt munag parang kapupunanng
iyong alabok sa lupang tuntungan.

Sa gayo’y walaa ng anoman sa akin,
na limutin mo ma’t aking lilibutin
ang himpapawid mo kaparanga’t hangin
at ako sa iyo’y magiging taginting.

Bango, tinig, higing, awit na masaya
liwanag aat kulay na lugod ng mata’t
uulit-ulitin sa tuwi-tuwina.

Ako’y yayao na sa bayang payapa,
na walang alipi’t punoing mapang-aba,
doo’y di nanatay ang paniniwala
at ang naghahari Diyos na dakila.

Paalam anak, magulang, kapatid,
bahagi ng puso’t unang nakaniig,
ipagpasalamat ang aking pag-alis
sa buhay na itong lagi ng ligalig.

Paalam na liyag, tanging kaulayaw,
taga ibang lupang aking katuwaan,
paaalam sa inyo, mga minamahal;
mamatay ay ganap na katahimikan.

---->Salin ito ng huling sinulat ni Rizal nguni’t walang pamagat. Sinulat niya ito sa Fort Santiago, isinilid sa kusinilyang dealkohol, at ibinigay sa kapatid na si Trinidad nang huling dumalaw sa kaniya bago siya (Rizal) barilin.

Ang tulang kilala ngayon sa pamagat na “Ultimo Adios” o “Huling Paalam” ang likhang-guro o obra maestra ni Rizal. Ang orihinal sa kastila ay isinalin na sa mga pangunahing wika sa daigdif, tulad ng Ingles, Prances, Aleman, Italyano, Nippongo, Malyo, at marami pang iba, gayon din sa iba’t ibang wikain sa Pilipinas, tulad ng Tagalog , Ilokano, kapampangan, Pangasinan, Bikol, Sugbuhanion, Hiligaynon, at iba pa.

Maraming nagsalin ng tula sa Tagalog, nguni’t ang pinakakaraniwang bigkasin at siyang matatagpuan sa Luneta ay ang salin ni Jose Gatmaytan na matutunghayan dito. Ang kahuli-hulihang tulang ito ni Rizal ay tigib ng kalungkutan pagka’t maiiwan na niya ang kaniyang mga minamahal sa buhay at mawawalay na siya sa kaniyang bayan. Sa harap ng kamatayan, wala siyang hiniling para sa sarili; ang lahat ay para sa kapakanan ng kaniyang mga kababayan at ng kaniyang bayan

Our Mother Tongue 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

Kundiman


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.






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.

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. 






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.

To Virgin Mary

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!

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".

Third Novel Of Dr.Jose P.Rizal

THE THIRD NOVEL OF Dr. Jose P. Rizal

Culture, like its sibling Cult, in its original rootword means worship. The Rizal Culture exists. Jose Rizal is our Filipino Culture. Thus, the existence of Rizalista religion cults which for a matter of a century continue to carry on their unique varied interpretations of Rizal Culture, Rizal being Bathalang Ama. The word religion derives from religo meaning I bind fast or moor; and the belief that adheres to it; belief, basically means, belief, be dear, be lovable.

Rizal Culture in its totality captures a universal Ideology: MakaDiyos, MakaKalikasan, MakaTao, MakaBayan, in that order: The Four Pillars of Truth. The Rizal tenet brings with it the wholistic, meaning whole and holy, balanced, viewpoint of life for the universal man: The Filipino citizen of the world.

Always the professional Rizalistas ask the rhetorical question. Did Rizal fail in his task, in his life’s mission?Though redundant, this question can be answered in many ways, the answer is a big, resounding NO!

In the occult (hidden) teachings of the Jewish Kabbala there’s an aspect on the Anointed. The Anointed must make sense to us who have entered the third millennium and are facing New Realities. The Anointed is the messiah, the Promised One, the Savior, the Intended. He’s the Christ (it’s not a name, like Jesus, but a spiritual position of the greatest stature and authority: Godhood).

In each generation, in every era, there’s the Anointed, the Christ of his time. The emergence and appearance of a Christ is not restricted or exclusive to any one nation or people. To understand this fully is to continue with our story. This man we worship as Jesus Christ was one of the Anointed. Of his time, of his place. There were thousands of Christs the world over in his time unbeknownst to us. In his generation JC was the Jews’ Anointed.

JR is our Anointed; the Brown Christ  according to the Spanish philosopher Miguel de Unamuno; the one chosen to be our Christ. Consider JR: how outstanding his achievements for one so young; the exemplar of the European man; education wellrounded; a polyglot (he knew 22 languages); grudgingly admired for his unusual brilliance--unbelievable in an Indio of his time—manysided gifts, being physican, poet, artist, scientist, thinker, raconteur, wit, novelist (his novels are to me still our best); and a nifty dresser, burning his candles at both ends (and not burning out) and succeeding in it. All that preceded is the Historical JR.

Comes now the Radical JR. The reformist. The right education for us he affirmed to be the best revolution over a bloody one. Education being the best political reform for it will birth the inherent remarkable qualities in us. He became the open enemy of the Church because he aimed to open the pandora’s box of the corruptions, immoral practices of the priests wielding their priestcraft. Few knew that he was Illuminati. An occult spiritual brotherhood.  He gave this visibility by turning Mason, for he practiced the tenet that there’s no God higher than the Truth. When still very young, JR already knew his destiny, his amor fati. He knew he was the Anointed, for he was the exceptional man (Austin Coates alludes to his supernatural origin in his biography of JR), that eventually the church through her priests will be up-in-arms against him. He knew they’ll cause his downfall, his disgrace to his people and nation, finally dying by rifle-fire a traitor to the venal interests of the Church. JR knew he possessed supernatural powers but hid them well (this is attested to and revealed by Alfonso Santos in his book Rizal Miracle Tales which points to the hidden Mystical Rizal that the native Rizalista knows about).

The Mystical JR that in the 21st century of our time is ripe for the telling. The Godman JR who told us what we were (in his formidable essay The Philippines A Century Hence) and foretold us our contemporary history (in his NOLI and FILI which are our current history’s blueprints along with a Third Novel (in the domain of the Mystical Rizal); and prophesied the destiny that awaits us.
The professional Historical Rizalistas could deliver you into their academic prejudices. For the mystery is the visible not the invisible.

JR’s third novel, hidden away for a century will emerge and appear in our generation. The Trial Of Santo Cristobal, we choose to call it, has only three contending characters: the People, the Government, the Church.

As I had written elsewhere, JR didn’t fail in his messianic mission: No. It was us who did. We haven’t taken umbrage in him, resorting to giving lip service to his teachings. It’s part and parcel of the Messiah to fail in his mission, seemingly fail. Priestcraft and politics closed many things to us. JR opened them.
He shows us the way, what lies ahead of us and the true spiritual destiny of Pilipinas. Read carefully and scrutinize well: The Philippines A Century Hence…”in order to know the destiny of a nation we must open the book of its past.” There he evolved for us a secular handbook of theology. So we must look to JR for the answers to the many, many WHYS infesting dreadfully our nation’s mind, body, spirit…today.

By emulating only the Western orientalists who offer us to read their works of falsifications, by believing them and rejecting JR’s teachings as a complete code of ethics of life, we keep ourselves ignorant of our real destiny as people and nation.  And what great destiny it is.

Now is the time: Cast away our blinkers. Now is the time to know the oversecularization of JR is depleting his teachings of their spiritual significance and truth. His teachings teach us everything. We must humble ourselves to accept and practice them; from Ethics to Governance; from Culture to Spirituality to Art and the New Science. The spectrum is wide and feasible. JR is Godman architect of our race and nation; Godman engineer of our most beautiful dreams and great visions. And JR is the first universal patriot—the only one— revered and venerated in such nations as Germany, Czechoslovakia, Austria, Singapore, Mexico, Malaysia, even Spain, the stepmother of our Cinderella Pilipinas.

The key to the secret lies in the Mystical Rizal.  Now is the 21st century and our long kept secrets are revealing to us: The Third Testament of mankind is happening here (log in www.perlasngsilangan.com).  The Third Testament is being written Now and the JR mystery is central to it.