My Retreat
By: Jose P. Rizal
Pt.1
Like a butterfly eagerly thirsting for color and light,
That lovelier skies and more beautiful gardens demand,
While barely a youth from my home and my love I took flight
Without doubts, without fears I meandered
Wherever I might
And I used up the April of life abiding in alien lands.
And when, like a Weary swallows
I desired again
To turn back to the nest of parents and my lover,
All suddenly there roared a violent hurricane
That cracked my fragiled wings and tore my home in twain----
Faith sold,---- and ruins everywhere beyond recover.
Hurled to this faraway rock from the motherland I adore
With my hope for the future destroyed;
Without home or salvation
Rosy dreams, golden dreams, come to befriend me once more:
In all of my lonely existence I have but this one treasure store---
The hopes of a wholesome youth who was free from all affection.
Translated by Dr. Frank C. Laubach
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