The Song Of Maria Clara
Sweet the hours in the native country, where friendly shines the sun above! Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows; tranquil is...
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Un Recuerdo A Mi Pueblo (A Tribute To My Town)
When I remember the days that saw my early childhood spent on the green shores of a murmurous lagoon; when I remember the coolness,...
Me Piden Versos (They Asked Me for Verses!)
I They 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...
Child Jesus
Why have you come to earth, Child-God, in a poor manger? Does Fortune find you a stranger from the moment of your birth? Alas, of...
A La Virgen Maria (To The Virgin Mary)
Mary, sweet peace and dearest consolation of suffering mortal: you are the fount whence springs the current of solicitude that brings...
Hymn To Talisay
Hail, Talisay, firm and faithful, ever forward march elate! You, victorious, the elements —land, sea and air— shall dominate! The sandy...
To The Flowers Of Heidelberg
Go to my country, go, O foreign flowers, sown by the traveler along the road, and under that blue heaven that watches over my loved ones,...
To My Muse
No more is the muse invoked; the lyre is out of fashion; no poet cares to use it; by other things are the dreamy young inspired to...
A la Señorita C. O. y R.
Why ask for those unintellectual verses that once, insane with grief, I sang aghast? Or are you maybe throwing in my face my rank...
Kundiman (English Translation)
Now mute indeed are tongue and heart: love shies away, joy stands apart. Neglected by its leaders and defeated, the country was subdued...
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