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

Don Pedro Goes to The Piedras Platas (37-60)

Don Pedro, obedient and true,
To the king's commands, he drew,
With joy and eagerness anew,
On a horse, his journey through.

He ventured far, without delay,
To a distant land, he made his way,
In search of a bird, they say,
The precious Adarna, night and day.

For more than three months' span,
He wandered through the open land,
Yet couldn't find, as he'd planned,
The hidden Tabor, like shifting sand.

He found a path, as fate decreed,
A lofty shelter in his need,
He rested there, with utmost heed,
This valiant prince, in brave, bold deed.

In the grip of ill fate's hand,
By God's will, they understand,
As he descended to the plain below,
His faithful steed's life did go.

With no recourse, what could he do,
His mount no longer could pursue,
He gathered provisions, strong and spry,
And continued his quest, oh, so high.

By God's will, as destiny ordained,
He arrived, his spirits unchained,
At Tabor, the sacred place so bright,
With a tree that filled his sight.

A tree of wondrous, captivating grace,
In the company of others, its embrace,
He alone, chosen by fate's decree,
To witness this marvel, you see.

Leaves exceed in beauty's share,
Glistened like jewels in the air,
Diamond-like, they did shine,
In the sunlight, so divine.

With thoughts that did ensnare,
His heart and mind in a quiet lair,
There, he chose to stay and dwell,
This spirited prince, as the tale will tell.

In his heart, he conceived a plan,
To spend the night in this quiet land,
Perhaps, this tree, with grace so prime,
Would become the bird's evening chime.

And so it was, as night did fall,
And the sun's descent did call,
The Adarna bird, in its splendour bright,
With its melodious songs took flight.

With countless hours slipping by,
No bird came down from the sky,
The prince's thoughts in turmoil churned,
As patience within him burned.

Under the tree's branches wide,
No bird sought to rest or hide,
He sat there, waiting, long and still,
Hoping for the bird's melodious thrill.

In his thoughts, he did recline,
Finding solace in the quiet shrine,
He rested his weary frame,
And vowed to continue his quest's aim.

He leaned against the tree so grand,
In its shade, his head did land,
In his weariness, he found reprieve,
Resting there, he began to believe.

Oh, then, in the quiet night's embrace,
As darkness deepened its tranquil space,
The enchanted bird at last did arrive,
To the Piedras Platas tree, it did contrive.

It alighted swiftly, without delay,
Upon the tree where it chose to stay,
Its feathers glistened, a radiant sight,
Replacing those shed in the night.

And then, without hesitation or pause,
The enchanted bird sang, as if to cause,
Its melodious voice to fill the air,
Bringing joy and happiness everywhere.

The prince, however, did not hear,
The bird's song, so crystal clear,
He was already in a slumber deep,
In peaceful rest, his soul did keep.

The bird's peculiar way,
After it finished its lyrical display,
Was to relieve itself with ease,
And then, it too found restful peace.

In the clutches of misfortune dire,
The prince became a solid mire,
He turned into stone, so true,
In the very spot where he once knew.

What could be done, it was unclear,
For he had now become a boulder here,
Awaiting patiently, I must convey,
His father's word and hopeful day.

And when a year had come and passed,
With no change, the decree was cast,
His father, in haste, did send,
Don Diego, the second, to attend.