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

The Adarna Bird Tells The New Princess (421 - 472)

In the soothing breeze's ring,
with its comforting offering,
Don Juan soon began to cling,
to the restful sleep it did bring.

As he slept, his senses did swing,
and in his dreams, the bells did sing,
a beautiful bird, a joyful thing,
the magnificent Adarna bird took wing.

Before Don Juan, on the tree's limb,
where he sought shade and a quiet hymn,
the Adarna bird's feathers did trim,
and its plumage gleamed in a radiant trim.

Then it began to sing, with a charming whim,
a tune so delightful, a melodious vim,
"Don Juan, awake from slumber dim,
it's time to rise, let your eyes be the hymn,"

In the resounding voice so clear,
Don Juan quickly dispelled his fear,
and listened attentively, sincere,
to the bird's words, so dear.

"Remember well, oh my dear,
the princess, Leonora, such so near,
There is more than she may appear,
in beauty and grace, do cheer."

"Her kingdom isn't far from here,
close to where the sun does peer,
if you can reach her, never veer,
in beauty and grace, she's premier."

"If you win her heart, have no fear,
here on earth, far and near,
she's the finest, it's crystal clear,
in beauty and grace, she's the pioneer."

"The three princesses, let me declare,
from King Salermo's royal lair,
Donna Maria Blanca, with beauty rare,
the eldest of the royal pair."

"Next is Doña Isabel, so fair,
like a shining gem beyond compare,
Donna Juana, with grace to spare,
the third, a trio, a majestic air."

"Now, Don Juan, with confidence to bear,
to the realm of Crystals, if you dare,
make your parents' hearts fully aware,
of the honour you'll bring, so rare."

When the prince heard this, he did swear,
a promise to seek them, with loving care,
but his heart, with a sudden despair,
no longer held Leonora, oh what a snare.

He continued his journey on,
Prince Don Juan, his path drawn,
towards the realm, where the sun shone,
seeking the princess, his heart's bond.

Let me pause the tale for a while,
his journey, mile after mile,
and let me, with a hopeful smile,
declare Princess Leonora's style.

The sun and night in their own wile,
wept in her chamber, in a trial,
their words for Don Juan, worthwhile,
"Seven years I ask, not guile."

"In this request, I reconcile,
Prince Don Juan, with heart versatile,
waiting for him, mile after mile,
enduring here, with a hopeful aisle."

"If you can't bring back to life,
the enchanted wolf, my strife,
at least, in spirit, rife,
let's have a conversation, my life."

Now, let me pause the recount,
the princess's lament, paramount,
and let me with reverence, recount,
Prince Don Juan of Berbania's account.

For three years, he continued, no doubt,
his journey through fields, throughout,
unaware of the realm's whereabouts,
the kingdom of the Crystals, a mystic bout.

In a twist of fate, no room for drought,
Prince Don Juan, on his route,
encountered an elder, without a pout,
an encounter that destiny would tout.

The prince, with gratitude in his heart,
asked the elder with kindness to impart,
if he had any provisions to depart,
to alleviate his hunger's smart.

The elder replied, playing his part,
"I have a little food, not much to start,
some crumbs of bread, a humble chart,
that I eat on the road, as I depart."