And when the dark night covers my graveyard, With only those who rest in peace lie there; Disturb not their respite, disturb not the mystery.
That Rizal beseeches his country to pray that his soul may rest in God is in line with the Roman Catholic belief that all men are sinners and that salvation is to be earned and cannot be determined before the grave.
Even though it may not be so bright or fresh as a scented flower; Yet, for you, I give it. In fields of battle, there are those who in delirium give their lives, not having a doubt, nor counting the cost.
Rizal envisions that once he has returned to her in this manner, it will no longer matter if the country forgets him because he will be with her, everywhere, as dust in the atmosphere, blowing in the skies, in the wind, and still singing songs and murmuring words of devotion.Yo muero cuando veo que el cielo se colora Y al fin anuncia el da tras lbrego CAPUZ; si grana necesitas para teir tu aurora, Vierte la sangre ma, derrmala en buen hora Y drela un reflejo de su naciente luz. VIII Let the sun draw the vapor skyward; And up to the heavens with my tardy protest, Let a kind soul give a sigh over my untimely fate; And at eventide, Let others also pray for me; That my soul may rest in God. And when in dark night shrouded obscurely the graveyard lies And only, only the dead keep vigil the night through: Keep holy the place: keep holy the mystery. To die is to rest. Oblivion does not matter for he would travel far and wide over his beloved fatherland. And in your enchanted ground, to sleep eternally. And perchance, you may hear a sad hymn resound.
The setting locate does not matter. By Salvador B.
Oblivion does not matter for he would travel far and wide over his beloved fatherland. Historians tell us that Narcisa, sister of Pepe Jose Rizal received from him minutes before his martyrdom, a lamparilla kerosene lamp empty of the liquid where the written poem in a folded piece of paper was hidden inside the lamp.
Pearl of the sea of the Orient: Eden lost to your brood! On it was written an unsigned, untitled and undated poem of 14 five-line stanzas. He keeps his faith with him as he sings his hymn for the nation.
And whenever we hear a sad song emanating from the grave, it is he who sings for his fatherland. If over my tomb some day, you would see blow, A simple humble flow'r amidst thick grasses, Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so, And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my brow, Warmth of your breath, a whiff of your tenderness.