Mi Ultimo AdiosFarewell, my Fatherland, hem of the sun embraced.

Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lostWith relish, I go to give thee this lugubrious lifeAnd if were it be brighter, fresher or at its best

Still I would give it to thee, for thy welfare’s cost.

On the breadth of battle, in the rage of fightOthers have offered their lives without doubt or hesitancyThe place does not matter, cypress or laurel or lily white,

Scaffold or open plain, combat or martyrdom's plight,The same if asked by home and Country

I die whenever I see the crack of dawnThrough the dusk of night, to precede the day

And if hue is vacuous in my blood, thou shall takePour it if need for thy sake

To dye with its crimson the rising beam.

My dreams, when life opened to meThe hopes of youth beam high

To see thy enchanting face, Gem of the Orient SeaFrom woes and blues, from ease and tranquility,

No furrow on thy brow, no tear in thy eye.

My life’s special, my gleaming ambitionHail! The soul cries to thee, ready to take its depart

Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that fullness you may acquireTo die, to give my life for thee, 'neath your skies to expire

And in thy arms is slumber for eternity.

If over my tomb some day, you would see blowA simple humble flower amidst thick grasses

Draw it to thy lips, and kiss my soul soI felt on my brow underneath the cold crypt

The warmth of thy breath, the fondling tenderness

Let the moon shine on me softly and with serenityLet the radiant flashes of dawn shed over me.

In murmur’s grave allow the wind to sighIn my cross, a bird shall descend

May it sing a hymn of peace to my site.

Let the sun draw the raindrops up to the skyAnd with my discord behind, return it pure to the sky

Let a friend shed tears over my untimely fate sighAmidst of still evening, may prayers be lifted highFrom thee, My Motherland, that in God shall rest I.

Pray for all those hapless who have diedFor all those who’ve gone through immeasurable torments

For our mothers who have cried bitternessFor widows and orphans, and captives yielded by torture

And thou seek thy own redemption.

And when the dark night envelops the graveyard,With only the departed to vigil left

Don’t vex their repose or their profound mysteryAnd by chance thou hear a resounding sad hymn,

It is I, my Motherland, intoning sound to thee.

Even if my grave is no longer rememberedWith neither a stone or cross to emblem it

Let it be plowed, spades be scatteredMy site from nothingness is revived.

Let them turn to dust to mask thy mundane space.If thou shall forget me, shall matter not

Thy skies, thy heavens, thy vales I’ll sweepSpirited and clarion note to your ears I shall be

Endless essence of faith I shall keep

My beloved Fatherland, for whom I most gravely pineMy Beloved Philippines, hear now my last goodbye

I leave thee all, my parents and loved onesI shall now go to a place with no slaves, tyrants, and hangmenWhere faith can never kill, only God alone reigns forever high

Farewell to thy all, to all beloved by meFriends of my childhood in the home impoverishedGive thanks that I now rest from the strenuous day

Farewell to thee, my sweet companion that enliven my wayFarewell to all I love, in death I rest.