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

The Fruit of Envy (189 - 221)

With the hermit's blessings granted,
they left as destiny had planted,
Don Pedro as he suspected,
With his younger Don Diego, they bonded.

"Don Juan is quite resilient,
he'll not falter, with confidence brilliant,
and he's the one, it's evident,
who captured the Adarna, magnificent.

Now, let's consider this anew,
a plan that we must pursue,
let's end Don Juan's life, it's true,
in the depths of the forest, dark and blue."

Don Diego spoke with empathy,
"Brother, this is not right to see,
the youngest in our family,
his life extinguished, a tragedy."

Don Pedro then declared his stand,
"If that's the way, as we've planned,
let's strangle him right where we stand,
then leave him, with fate in his hand."

This was the wicked deed,
between them, a dark seed,
they choked their youngest, indeed,
their sibling's life, they did impede.

With no one around to intervene,
the helpless Don Juan, a tragic scene,
couldn't move, couldn't convene,
his fate now sealed, it seemed obscene.

They took the cage with swift haste,
then departed in their guilty taste,
to the kingdom, they made their haste,
to the Berbanian realm, the bird they faced.

When they arrived in the palace's grace,
with the bird, their father to embrace,
it squirmed, in its special place,
unaware of the darkness, a heart's disgrace.

About Don Juan, he inquired then,
of their royal father, his ken,
the two brothers replied again,
"We knew not, from where or when."

As the tale began to unfold,
the king's ailment, it took hold,
his pain grew stronger, as told,
by his illustrious throne, he strolled.

And the once resplendent bird,
its feathers no longer stirred,
it refused to sing a single word,
before the king, its voice unheard.

The king then inquired with dismay,
"Is this the Adarna, I say?
What has marred in its display,
compared to its fellow, what led astray?"

The physician then revealed,
about this bird, its fate sealed,
It has seven feathers concealed,
that you must find and be revealed.

And if it sings a joyous song,
you'll know it's right, where it belongs,
but for now, it's gone along,
and it keeps its tune withdrawn.

It had not yet sung its song,
this enchanted bird, so strong,
and because no one did wrong,
it stayed hidden all along.

I shall leave it at this state,
its secrets I won't elucidate,
and in my next narrative,
Don Juan's story, I'll relate.

What could be done, you may ask,
when the body's motion ceased, alas,
unable to move through the forest's pass,
in this dire and helpless impasse.

With no recourse, it seemed so clear,
what remained was the mind's frontier,
Don Juan's thoughts now far and near,
he called upon the Virgin Mother dear.

He said, "Oh beloved Virgin dear,
what has brought me to this fear,
my cherished siblings, it's clear,
and my beloved father, they adhere."

"In my troubled recollection,
the three of us, with strong affection,
shall see our father's reflection,
in a way that defies all misconception."

"Perhaps it was indeed,
the bird's plight, a fateful creed,
and they, in their selfish need,
chose to take, their hearts did lead."

"If only they had spoken true,
the ones who first the bird withdrew,
how much better it would ensue,
than this fate they now pursue."

"May God and the Virgin Mother,
bless you, and no other,
turn this hardship to another,
grant us relief like no other."

Don Juan spoke with renewed plea,
"Virgin Mother, hear my plea,
though undeserving I may be,
take me in, set my spirit free."

I beseech thee, cleanse my soul,
through Jesus, thy son, beloved whole,
forgive my sins that took their toll,
for the wrongs I did unroll.

And when the time does come,
if I should meet my mortal doom,
may my soul be washed by some,
of His blood, the life-giving bloom,"

And then, as if in response,
to his prayer, in this circumstance,
an elderly figure, a sacred chance,
appeared and spoke with reassurance.

"Don Juan, endure this disdain,
your hardships, bear the pain,
for not too far, I proclaim,
peace and happiness, you'll regain."

His body, touched and cared for,
was healed, a miraculous restore,
he stood once more, his strength in store,
ready to face what lay in store.

"Now, Don Juan, walk your way,
return to the kingdom, without delay,
your father's ailment, I must convey,
is yet to see the light of day."

He walked on, Don Juan, the bright,
though his garments showed the plight,
tattered and worn, a pitiful sight,
to the palace, he sped with all his might.