Poem’s of Dr. Jose Rizal

By: Harold Eugene Q. Urmaza

3rd Poem• To The Filipino

Youth

4th Poem• They Ask Me for

Verses

3rd

•TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

•University of Santo Tomas

•Presented in Manila Lyceum of Art and Literature

Where

•1879

•At the age of 18 yrs. old

When

•Filipino Youth

For

First Place

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

To have self- confidence

Youth as the Hope of the Nation

Asks the Filipino youth

Raise your standards & aim high

1st & 2nd StanzaHold high the brow serene,

O youth, where now you stand;Let the bright sheen

Of your grace be seen,Fair hope of my fatherland!

Come now, thou genius grand,And bring down inspiration;

With thy mighty hand,Swifter than the wind's violation,

Raise the eager mind to higher station.

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

humble yourselves

free yourselves from Deception

Fight with knowledge

to see for yourselves how the Spaniards prosper in our home land and see how the Filipinos suffer from it.

3rd & 4th StanzaCome down with pleasing lightOf art and science to the fight,

O youth, and there untieThe chains that heavy lie,Your spirit free to blight.

See how in flaming zoneAmid the shadows thrown,The Spaniard's holy hand

A crown's resplendent bandProffers to this Indian land.

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH Rise up and seek what your heart desires

You are the voice of change and comfort

5th & 6th StanzaThou, who now wouldst rise

On wings of rich empires,Seeking from Olympian skies

Songs of sweetest strain,Softer than ambrosial rain;

Thou, whose voice divineRivals Philomel's refrain

And with varied lineThrough the night benignFrees mortality from pain;

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

You give hope and life.

your intelligence is for forever

Pertains to the Filipino youth who can make something

7th & 8th StanzaThou, who by sharp strifeWakest thy mind to life ;And the memory bright

Of thy genius' lightMakest immortal in its strength ;

And thou, in accents clearOf Phoebus, to Apelles dear ;Or by the brush's magic art

Takest from nature's store a part,To fig it on the simple canvas' length ;

TO THE FILIPINO YOUTH

Go and spread to the world how great Filipinos are

Thank your country for nurturing you

9th & 10th StanzaGo forth, and then the sacred fire

Of thy genius to the laurel may aspire ;To spread around the fame,

And in victory acclaim,Through wider spheres the human name.

Day, O happy day,Fair Filipinas, for thy land!So bless the Power to-day

That places in thy wayThis favor and this fortune grand !

4th

•THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

•Madrid

•Declaimed New Year’s Eve at the reception of the Madrid Filipinos

Where

•Upon joining Circulo Hispano-Filipino

•Declaimed December 31, 1882

When

•Upon request of the Circulo Hispano-Filipino members

For

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

They ask him to write a poem but founds it to be

difficult

Can’t find inspiration

His mind is in confusion

he can’t feel nor express himself well while writing in a very sad state

1st StanzaThey bid me strike the lyre

so long now mute and broken, but not a note can I waken nor will my muse inspire!

She stammers coldly and babbles when tortured by my mind;

she lies when she laughs and thrills as she lies in her lamentation,

for in my sad isolation my soul nor frolics nor feels.

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

memories from the past that he

cherish and longs for that he won’t forget.

2nd StanzaThere was a time, 'tis true,

but now that time has vanished when indulgent love or friendship

called me a poet too. Now of that time there lingers

hardly a memory, as from a celebration

some mysterious refrain that haunts the ears will remain

of the orchestra's actuation.

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

He is talking about his homeland and the pain of

leaving

His inspirations in writing

3rd StanzaA scarce-grown plant I seem,

uprooted from the Orient, where perfume is the atmosphere

and where life is a dream. O land that is never forgotten!

And these have taught me to sing: the birds with their melody,

the cataracts with their force and, on the swollen shores, the murmuring of the sea.

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

Memories of his homeland in his childhood days

How bad he wants the world to know about his countries beauty

4th StanzaWhile in my childhood days

I could smile upon her sunshine, I felt in my bosom, seething,

a fierce volcano ablaze. A poet was I, for I wanted

with my verses, with my breath, to say to the swift wind: "Fly and propagate her renown!

Praise her from zone to zone, from the earth up to the sky!"

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES He left his homeland not because he desires

He want to change his fate

He seeks prosperity but in the process he felt sadness

V

I left her! My native hearth, a tree despoiled and shrivelled,

no longer repeats the echo of my old songs of mirth.

I sailed across the vast ocean, craving to change my fate, not noting, in my madness,

that, instead of the weal I sought, the sea around me wrought

the spectre of death and sadness.

THEY ASK ME FOR VERSES

He had left behind his own desires in his homeland

as he continues that path he suffers and feels death to his spirit

The dreams of younger hours, love, enthusiasm, desire,

have been left there under the skies of that fair land of flowers. Oh, do not ask of my heart

that languishes, songs of love! For, as without peace I tread this desert of no surprises, I feel that my soul agonizes and that my spirit is dead.