The Adarna Bird (A.I Generated English Translation of "Ibong Adarna")

The King and His Sons (1 - 20)

Introductory Invocation (1 - 4)

Oh Virgin Mother so fair,
Empress in the Heavens' air,
guide this humble mind, I pray,
to find the words I wish to say.

In thy mercy, pure and bright,
Virgin unmatched in radiant light,
I, a lowly sheep, do implore,
that thy grace may me restore.

May thy wisdom touch my tongue,
banish all pride from me, so young,
and let me in simple, childlike voice,
tell the tale of our shared rejoice.

And to all who gather here,
assembled in this audience dear,
for just a moment, lend your ear,
to the tale I'm about to steer.

The King and His Sons (5 - 20)

In the tales of olden days,
In histories that the past conveys,
In a world long time ago, we find,
A noble monarch of grand design.

His spouse, so fair, a royal queen,
Her name, renowned as it's seen,
Doña Valeriana, her title grand,
In the annals of time, forever to stand.

This king of whom I speak today,
Don Fernando was his name's display,
In the land where he was born,
The Berbanian realm, brightly adorned.

The king declared, as I'm inclined to tell,
They had three children, oh, so well,
I'll narrate and celebrate with glee,
So you, too, may know their legacy.

Don Pedro, the eldest son,
Of a beloved king, he's the one,
And the second, known to all,
Don Diego, answering the call.

The third, Don Juan's his name,
The youngest true, in royal fame,
Like a rising sun so bright,
In the Berbanian realm's pure light.

He, perhaps, held dearer still,
Than his two brothers, a special thrill,
In the eyes of their royal sire,
A love that burned like eternal fire.

These royal children, so bright and keen,
Learned and grew in a splendid scene,
In the shelter of their parent's care,
A legacy of a royal heir.

Oh, when the three children grew,
His beloved offsprings, the king knew,
He summoned them without delay,
This mighty monarch, in a grand display.

Approaching the royal throne,
The three cherished princes shown,
Like obedient lambs, they stood in place,
Awaiting the monarch's royal grace.

The king then spoke, his words did flow,
"I call upon you, as you may know,
Here's what I wish to inquire,
Tell me the truth, don't tire.

By the will of Almighty God,
Now that you've learned and well-trod,
Choose between the two paths here,
To be a vicar or to wear a royal sphere."

Their response and their vow,
To their royal parent, they avow,
Both desired to bear the weight,
Of the crown and sceptre's stately state.

When their father heard them speak,
He taught them lessons strong and meek,
To wield the sword with skill and might,
Prepared for the challenges, day and night.

By God's own will and guiding hand,
In their learning, they did understand,
The ways of war and battlefield,
To defend their realm, they would not yield.

Now, let me set aside for a while,
Their lessons learned with courage and guile,
And let me praise, in joyful tone,
This mighty monarch on the throne.