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

Don Juan in the Kingdom of The Crystals (533 - 582)

In a span of several days,
They soared without a rest,
Their provisions, in various ways,
Were consumed, their journey's test.

And when their provisions had waned,
Exhausted from their flight,
They reached their destination, unchained,
By Doña María's pool, in twilight.

As the eve's hour drew near,
Don Juan was gently laid down,
The eagle, with words sincere,
This is what he made known:

"Here I shall leave you be,
Don Juan, hide without delay,
So that you may not be seen,
By the beloved princesses, I convey."

And at around four o'clock,
Without fault, I shall impart,
Three beloved princesses to flock,
Who'll bathe by the pool's start.

You may not yet behold,
The pools where they will go,
Each with her own separate hold,
They won't bathe together, you know.

Much like doves so fair,
Perched on a pear tree there,
They'll all gather with care,
As they flutter and pair.

"Farewell, Don Juan," I shall say,
"Here, I'll leave you today,
Remember my plead, come what may,
Do not let it fade away."

Don Juan concealed himself,
By the pool where they'd bathe,
Without them even aware,
Of his presence, as quiet as a wraith.

And then, in no time at all,
As the clock struck four so clear,
The three princesses did fall,
Upon the pear tree, drawing near.

They landed with grace and poise,
Beneath the pear tree's shade,
Both shed their attire and noise,
As their garments were gently laid.

When Don Juan set his gaze,
Upon fair Doña María's grace,
Her beauty, like the sun's blaze,
Dazzled him, with no trace.

One by one, they disrobed,
The chosen doves, quite so fair,
Into the pools they strode,
For their bathing, with grace to bear.

Then, swiftly, without delay,
The prince, with a plan in mind,
Gently, he then took away,
Doña María's attire, so refined.

And once again, he concealed,
Himself from their sight,
When the princess revealed,
Her garments, now out of sight.

It's worth noting the anger,
Of the princess, so petite,
When her attire's disappearance,
She couldn't help but repeat.

"Who could be so audacious,
To appear before us this way?
Or perhaps it's the servant,
Of my dear parent, I say."

"Whoever they are and why,
Should not trouble our mind,
For I shall calmly comply,
With my beloved siblings, kind."

When an hour had passed,
And she saw her attire anew,
The prince, with a love unsurpassed,
Appeared before her, it's true.

Kneeling before her so mild,
With hands gently clasped together,
Like a gentle lamb, undefiled,
He spoke, whatever the weather.

"O charming deity so bright,
Who has descended to the earth,
Please bring forth your delight,
To which I now give birth."

"Ah, wondrous Phoenix so fair,
And Coldness, so pure and clear,
With tears, I beg you to share,
The gaze of your eye, do not veer."

"It's not my intent, I swear,
To take your garment so fine,
In the ways of love, I declare,
Such paths will ever entwine."

"For what life can compare,
To one of a thousand years or more,
In your wrath, I'm aware,
I've not seen before, I implore."

"So, dearest princess fair,
If anger within you dwells,
I am willing to bear,
The punishment your anger tells."

The beloved princess replied,
"Even if I do bear some ire,
In your condition, beside,
I bring forth compassion's fire."

"Which force of justice's might,
Shall render punishment, I find,
For those who seek the light,
Deserve mercy, in their kind."

"For a scorching, fiery blaze,
When touched by water's flow,
Diminishes, in countless ways,
The flames that once did grow."

"My anger, I do confess,
For taking your attire, it's so true,
Has now been put to rest,
Because of your gentle virtue."

"But please, do tell me too,
Beloved prince so bright,
From which kingdom grew,
Your origin and your flight."

Don Juan replied, with glee,
"O blossom of the sampaguita tree,
My origin, oh so let it be,
The realm of Berbania, as you see."

"I arrived and crossed the sea,
To your majestic domain's sight,
Fate's winds carried me,
Across the ocean's might."

"So, dearest princess divine,
Here is your attire, now reclaimed,
And if you wish, you're mine,
In life and soul, untamed."

"So, if there's no other way,
For our love to surely find,
I'd rather breathe my last day,
Here in my current bind."

The princess then replied,
"Oh, Don Juan of Berbania,
Now you shall truly confide,
My love, it's real, no mania."

"Here, in my right hand's grace,
Stand tall and take my hand,
This is the true embrace,
Of my love, forever to stand."

Don Juan rose to his feet,
Immediately, he complied,
With his noble heart, so sweet,
He sat by her side, full of pride.

She said to him so dear,
"Oh, Don Juan, my love so bright,
Listen and do closely hear,
To the words I shall recite."

"Look closely and see,
The stones laid here, in array,
These are the remnants, you see,
Of our royal palace, in its day."

"In fact, all of these around,
Are traces of our abode,
Where enchantment was found,
By my beloved father's royal code."

There, the princes quite so fine,
With knights and counts of old,
All tried to intertwine,
Their love stories, but it went untold.

But all of them were defeated,
Overpowered by the knowledge,
When my beloved father was treated,
His mind turned into stone and ridge.

They came and they went,
That's the story to be told,
Plant it in your thoughts, intent,
And never let it grow old.

For come five o'clock's bell,
You should surely rise,
My beloved father as well,
Will see you with his eyes."

"If you were to inquire,
What you've in here for, I pray,
What would you desire,
To convey to the emperor today?"

"And if you dare to enter,
The royal palace's grandeur,
Do not proceed, I'd rather,
You face not your doom, for sure."

"Your response, I suggest,
To my beloved father, the king,
Say that I am pressed,
By the emperor's royal string."

"Let your words resound,
Admit, without any pretense,
You're not the one to be found,
I'll take care of the consequence."

"Farewell, Don Juan, for now,
I must leave, you understand,
Tonight, I'll make my way somehow,
And return to you, as planned."

He departed in that moment,
The three princesses, away they flew,
And at the king's firmament,
They appeared as morning's dew.