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

King Salermo's First Task (583 - 623)

When King Salermo, he did sight,
Don Juan, he's standing there,
He asked, with interest and delight,
"What had brought you, and what was rare."

Don Juan replied, with respect,
"Oh, my lord and sovereign,
I've come to pay my respects,
To you, this beautiful afternoon."

The king replied with eternal thanks,
"Gratitude to you beyond measure,
Tell me now, with all your ranks,
The purpose of your leisure and pleasure."

Don Juan answered with grace,
"O mighty monarch grand,
My purpose in this place,
Is to seek your royal hand."

"If it befitting, I implore,
The kingdom of Berbania, with pride,
To join your realm evermore,
Under your coronation's guide."

The king's words were clear and wise,
"Come forth now, if you please,
And let us do harmonise,
Here, in the royal palace, with ease."

Don Juan's reply was steadfast,
"I shall not tarry long,
My mission, I hold fast,
To carry out, as I belong."

So, to the waiting king,
He called, without delay,
His trusted servant, a chosen thing,
And to him, these words he'd say.

"Now hurry forth with speed,
Bring a sack of wheat, my dear,
I have a task, indeed,
For a visiting guest who's here."

And so, when the wheat arrived,
That he had instructed to fetch,
Don Juan obediently strived,
To carry out the king's request.

"If you fail to heed my command,
And choose not to comply,
Without a doubt, my demand,
Will lead to your life's goodbye."

"Take this wheat, be cautious, take heed,
And I shall clearly explain,
To you, in every detail, indeed,
All that you must ascertain."

"This high and towering hill,
Level it, without a doubt,
And there, with skill and skill,
Spread the wheat I've laid out."

"Now, without delay, you shall sow,
Tonight, let it take root and grow,
This very night, you'll also know,
The harvest that you'll reap in tow."

"And tonight, as it stands,
You shall turn it into bread,
On my table, it shall land,
For my breakfast, as I've said."

Don Juan took the wheat,
As he had been instructed,
To the porter's dwelling, complete,
He conveyed it, undistracted.

The secretary inquired then,
With ten counsellors, in his crew,
What could have brought this man,
The prince who seemed so askew.

And he didn't hesitate,
In his careful execution,
Without a doubt, it was fate,
He would not meet his own destruction.

Now, when the night had fallen,
At the stroke of six o'clock,
Doña María was truly driven,
By worry that didn't stop.

She pondered and considered,
The king and his council, all,
Ensured they slumbered,
Unaware of the evening's thrall.

Then she, with a gentle grace,
Descended from her room,
And went from there to embrace,
Don Juan, her love in full bloom.

Upon his arrival, she extended her hand,
And then she inquired anew,
What the king had been planned,
To her beloved, quite so true.

The prince replied with care,
"Dear Doña María, you must know,
My father's command, so fair,
Is for you to hear it quite so."

"This wheat, he's given to me,
To plant it, as he stated,
And tonight, you shall see,
How it becomes bread, awaited."

Doña María then spoke,
"Don Juan, let it be clear,
You need not to invoke,
My father, you shall not fear."

But where is he headed,
The king, with his magic dark,
His course, it's been said,
Leads only to that mark.

What Doña María possessed,
Was a magic, pure and white,
Her father's knowledge, blessed,
She'd surpassed it with delight.

Her words and tale were clear,
"You should rest and repose,
Your toil and travel, my dear,
Have brought you from far and close."

And so, as the night grew deep,
In its tranquil, silent way,
The princess began to reap,
The wisdom she held at bay.

In due time, she made level,
The towering, high hill's crest,
And with a magical revel,
She scattered the wheat with zest.

With a sudden flurry and grace,
By the hand of the magic so pure,
A harvest took its place,
In the hour that was so sure.

And in no time quite at all,
The wheat was gathered, it seemed,
Many hands they did fall,
As they diligently gleaned.

It was a bustling sight,
With joy and laughter, so grand,
As people, left and right,
Helped, united in the land.

When the hour was four o'clock,
Into the oven it was thrust,
The commotion, the talk,
Of the multitude was robust.

When the clock struck five o'clock,
The bread was fully baked,
Don Juan took it, no shock,
To Doña María, he did partake.

She carried it to the royal hall,
Placed it on the table with care,
Then to her chamber, she did call,
And slept with slumber fair.

But when the monarch awoke,
And came to the table, he found,
The bread that he spoke,
Had just been taken from the oven, unbound.

As he reached for the bread,
His hand got slightly burned,
For it was freshly led,
From the oven, it had returned.

The king was astounded,
As were the counsellors all,
This newcomer, he had founded,
Seemed to know some magic's thrall.

"If what he did earlier,
With the bread he did sway,
Concerning my other matter,
He shall surely meet his last day."

And so, when Don Juan had done,
The king summoned him right away,
He came, as his course did run,
To meet the king without delay.