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

The Song of the Adarna Bird (221- 260)

Upon his arrival to the palace grand,
Don Juan proceeded as he'd planned,
before his father, he took his stand,
kneeling humbly, at his command.

The king, who lay in his bed so still,
could hardly recognise, and his will,
to the beloved son, it did not reveal,
a heartache his features couldn't conceal.

Yet, no one dared to make it known,
the bird in the cage had a message sown,
and when it spoke in a voice well-known,
it sparked a transformation previously unknown.

It stretched its wings and then,
with a gentle touch, it did begin,
to shed its feathers, from within,
revealing pure gold, a prize to win.

And then the bird sang like this,
"Oh, King Don Fernando, please dismiss
your doubts, and now truly witness
the one who kneels before your highness.

This is your youngest child, indeed,
Don Juan is the name you need,
who endured hardships, I must concede,
fulfilling your orders with unwavering heed.

Your other two children, it is plain,
the ones you sent forth first in your reign,
they obtained nothing, all in vain,
and were turned into stones, their fate ordained."

As the song concluded with might,
the king, his heart now filled with light,
the bird's feathers, a shining sight,
revealed the truth, dispelling the night.

And once more, it proclaimed,
"Oh, King, radiant and famed,
listen, though it may seem untamed,
to Don Juan's tale of struggles named."

"Your youngest child, so brave and true,
endured hardships, it's only fair to construe,
and he removed the stones, it's not untrue,
that once covered his body, a painful hue."

As it finished speaking, the song's refrain,
it shed yet another feather, with no disdain,
a third, with emerald, a bright domain,
and it urged the king to hear the story again.

"Beloved king, do heed the call,
they brought all three, despite it all,
to the hermit's dwelling, to recall,
the story of their journey and its thrall.

They were welcomed with great cheer,
at the hermit's table, they drew near,
taught as children, without a sneer,
the hermit's guidance, sincere and clear."

And as this story it conveyed,
feather by feather, it displayed,
a fourth one, like a diamond, portrayed,
the tale of Don Juan, it replayed.

"When they had eaten their fill,
the beloved hermit, with his skill,
healed all of Don Juan's wounds until,
they vanished completely, a remarkable thrill."

As the story continued to flow,
with each feather's radiant glow,
a fifth one, like bronze, did bestow,
a sense of wonder, with each word's echo.

"They journeyed further, it is said,
to the mountains, paths widespread,
Don Pedro then proposed with dread,
to kill Don Juan, his words widespread.

Don Diego, with an evil intent,
suggested a plan, dark and bent,
for Don Juan's life to be spent,
our cherished brother, they meant."

As the story unfolded and gleamed,
with each feather's light that beamed,
a sixth one, brighter than it seemed,
urged the king to listen, as it streamed.

This one shone with brilliance anew,
in the fifth, it outshone, it's true,
"Beloved king, I implore you,
hear of Don Juan's trials, long overdue.

They conspired, those two unkind,
to leave Don Juan far behind,
in the midst of that vast incline,
where he couldn't move or unwind.

And when he couldn't but stall,
our dear Don Juan, his spirits did fall,
in his moment of despair, he did call,
for help, from anyone at all."

As the ballad neared its end,
a seventh feather did ascend,
this one, like a gem, did blend,
to urge the king to comprehend.

"This is the final tale to span,
beloved king, please understand,
the trials endured, as part of the plan,
by your youngest child, Don Juan."

"With the grace of the Virgin and the Lord,
an elderly figure then came forward,
and with compassion, his heart outpoured,
he touched Don Juan, whom they'd ignored.

He tended to Don Juan's state,
restored him to a stature great,
Don Juan stood, no longer in wait,
for help had come, sealing his fate.

Thus, I choose not to reveal,
the beautiful visage that I concealed,
for what I hold, it's quite surreal,
is not yet the final deal.

One more thing, beloved king,
Don Juan, your heir, I bring,
may he rule under your wing,
in your kingdom, as the rightful king."

When the enchanted bird, it's true,
had completed its tale to view,
it ceased its singing, no more ado,
and its voice faded from the crew.

The pain that the king once bore,
from the words he had in store,
seemed to be a test, no more,
as his health was fully restored.

King Don Fernando, without delay,
gathered his council that very day,
to discuss and find a way,
for Don Pedro and Don Diego, they say.

In the midst of their deliberation,
regarding their sibling's situation,
they weighed with great consideration,
to find appropriate reparation.

The unanimous reply they found,
was exile, the fitting ground,
so they wouldn't be around,
the prince, Don Juan, they'd confound.

When Don Juan learned the verdict,
he felt mercy, not anger, injected,
towards his siblings, he directed,
his plea to the king, well respected.

Approaching with humble grace,
before his father's noble face,
he said, with respect in his embrace,
"Your Highness, please hear my case.

"For the sake of your crown so grand,
and the sceptre you hold in your hand,
please, don't impose the demand,
on my two dear brothers, understand."

"If they are to be sent away,
to a far distant kingdom's sway,
I then cannot truly say,
that their fate, I can't portray!

So, our dear father, I implore,
forgive them, I can't say it more,
to God, this we must explore,
for their actions, we can't ignore.

And for those who won't relent,
from their committed misintent,
they'll find no contentment,
in the heaven's glorious ascent."

When the compassionate king did hear,
Don Juan's words, so sincere and clear,
he pardoned his siblings without peer,
their exile lifted, in that moment dear.