The Song of the Traveller
Following
anxiously treacherous fortune,
Fortune
which even as he grasp at it flees;
Vain
though the hopes that his yearning is seeking,
Yet does
the pilgrim embark on the seas!
Ever
impelled by the invincible power,
Destined
to roam from the East to the West ;
Oft
he remembers the faces of loved ones,
Dreams
of the day when he, too, was at rest.
Chance
may assign him a tomb on the desert,
Grant
him a final asylum of peace;
Soon
by the world and his country forgotten,
God
rest his soul when his wandering cease!
Dr. Jose Rizal
(translated from Spanish by:
Arthur P. Ferguson)