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

Another Plot Against Don Juan (373 - 420)

When Don Pedro saw the sight,
of lovely Leonora, his heart took flight,
with love and memories, pure and bright,
he was filled with joy, his heart felt light.

As they prepared to take their flight,
returning to Berbania, everything right,
Princess Leonora spoke, with slight,
"Oh Don Juan, my love, in my mind's sight."

"I have forgotten, in my own right,
my cherished ring, a precious kite,
left on the table, out of sight,
please retrieve it, my valiant knight."

Don Juan replied, with love's insight,
"Wait here, my dear, don't feel uptight,
I'll fetch the ring, in the morning's light,
and bring it to you, with all my might."

Donna Leonora said with care,
"No need, my love, please beware,
if you go alone, I'll be in despair,
I'm deeply concerned, I must declare."

Don Juan replied, his heart laid bare,
"I can't stand to leave it in this air,
I'll return swiftly, it's only fair,
I contemplate on what we both share."

Unable to resist, the loving pair,
Don Juan tied a rope with a loving flair,
and descended, with tender care,
together they faced whatever was there.

When the rope had ten feet to spare,
Don Pedro swiftly pulled it with a stare,
raising Don Juan from the serpent's lair,
his valiant treachery, a feat so rare.

In such a deep and treacherous pit,
what a perilous and dire visit,
a brother's betrayal, oh how unfit,
to find themselves in this dreadful kit.

When the princess saw the feat,
her heart raced with love, oh so sweet,
her breath nearly taken by the heat,
of the moment, in their perilous seat.

Don Pedro take her, he did greet,
"Why bother with Don Juan, our meet,
I'm here with you, it's all complete,"
his selfishness, quite indiscreet.

Her concern for Don Juan's feat,
without letting go, her love discreet,
her heart's affection, a gentle beat,
she refused to leave him in his fleet.

He took Don Juan in his grasp,
and cast him down the pit so vast,
but before releasing his hold at last,
he gave a warning of the future's forecast.

"If Don Juan is injured, feeling aghast,
tend to him, ensure his health will amass,
for I await him in his kingdom's vast,"
her words, a mix of cunning and contrast.

They departed, the two siblings near,
and the two princesses, so dear,
returned to Berbania, without a tear,
leaving the open field to revere.

Now, let's leave their journey here,
and the tale of their path to persevere,
and I'll tell you of their parents, sincere,
the king and queen, whom we hold dear.

That's where it was discovered,
by King Fernando, who was pained,
that his son, Don Juan, uncovered,
had been deceived and cruelly slain.

I'll leave that part for now, concealed,
in the king's dreams, it was all surreal,
and let me now reveal the deal,
of the four travellers, their journey's ordeal.

When they arrived, but not tired,
in the kingdom of Berbania, inspired,
they went to the palace, untired,
and stood before their father, no longer mired.

They knelt before the king, required,
their father, who had long desired,
to hear the tale they all admired,
of what they'd endured, never to be mired.

"Don Juan, alas, we didn't see,
we fear he may be lost at sea,
but these two princesses, as you can see,
are the ones who returned to thee.

In a land deep down, beneath the lea,
we encountered a strange family,
with a giant and a serpent, so carefree,
we fought them bravely, to be set free.

When death threatened, oh, how it did decree,
the princesses' lives in jeopardy,
but we saved them, as you can see,
and brought them back to your decree.

When their father, the king, heard their plea,
his heart filled with love, as wide as the sea,
he blessed them all, with a joyful decree,
for their bravery and love, for all to see.

The king, though aged, did stand tall,
before the princesses, one and all,
he found great joy in their call,
and for Don Juan, his love did enthrall.

He rose, and without further stall,
asked them a question, standing tall,
which of the two, in love's thrall,
would become his son-in-law, in the hall.

Don Pedro, with no deceit to install,
pointed to Leonora, to forestall,
the king's decision, without a fall,
making her the chosen one, overall.

The noble princess, in humility's thrall,
kneeled before the king, feeling small,
"Your Highness, at your beck and call,
I am yours, as your daughter, in your hall.

Grant me a request, majestical dear,
Let me wait for just seven more years,
then I shall wed without a fear,
to your beloved son, it's quite clear.

Provide me with a chamber here,
a secret room, away from jeers,
there, I shall fulfill my gears,
the promise I made with tears.

When the king heard her sincere,
request, with love and cheer,
he granted it, without a leer,
to the princess, he held dear.

He arranged a chamber near,
a secret room, free from peers,
where the princess, without veer,
would fulfill her promise, clear.

Then Don Diego and her Doña Juana,
they married now without delay,
celebrated in the realm of Berbania,
It's a grand wedding display.

And when nine days of festivity,
came to an end, so gracefully,
peace returned to the monarchy,
a calm and joyous reality.

Now, let me tell you at least,
about the wolf, once released,
when Don Juan's return was pieced,
the condition of his well-being was assessed.

With care and without haste,
the enchanted wolf's grace,
healed and restored him in its embrace,
a pleasing sight, in every case.

After it had fully healed,
and its strength had been revealed,
the wolf, with joy, was unsealed,
by three chosen bottles, concealed.

Two were tied to its feet, as appealed,
and one was held in its mouth, concealed,
then it departed, with the ordeal,
the enchanted wolf, its fate repealed.

It continued on its journey, surreal,
to the Jordan River, a place ideal,
where those who watched did kneel,
as the wolf performed a final heal.

It placed the three bottles with zeal,
and then it flew, with a soaring wheel,
the magnificent wolf, in its flying deal,
vanished from sight, its fate's real.

As they chased, with all their might,
those who watched, a hasty flight,
the wolf managed to take flight,
eluding their grasp, out of sight.

But it reached the prince, Don Juan's sight,
who swiftly beheaded it in his might,
its head severed, an end in sight,
it reached the water, its final flight.

When it touched the Jordan's light,
its form changed, oh what a sight,
Don Juan, in awe, with all his might,
retrieved a diamond ring, shining bright.

He took it as a precious delight,
a grace from the Virgin, pure and white,
the wolf, then run, in its flight,
left a treasure, a symbol of light.

Don Juan, in his heart, did discern,
the grace of God, oh how it did burn,
to be patient and to return,
to the home where he longed to sojourn.

With a contented heart, he did adjourn,
to the palace where he did concern,
and there he ruled, a kingdom to govern,
with the lessons learned, and wisdom to discern.

As Don Juan walked, his spirit did yearn,
in the mountains and fields, he did discern,
the sun's intense heat, oh how it did churn,
so he sought shade beneath a tree's fern.

Under the broad and leafy fern,
he took shelter, his soul did yearn,
and there he rested, a weary return,
to the land where he once did sojourn.