Jose Rizal's untitled poem

A Poem that has no title
by Jose Rizal

To my Creator I sing
Who did soothe me in my great loss;
To the Merciful and Kind
Who in my troubles gave me repose.

Thou with that pow'r of thine
Said: Live! And with life myself I found;
And shelter gave me thou
And a soul impelled to the good
Like a compass whose point to the North is bound.

Thou did make me descend
From honorable home and respectable stock,
And a homeland thou gavest me
Without limit, fair and rich
Though fortune and prudence it does lack.



prof.sumakel said...

Cathy...Is there a Spanish version of this poem? Just curious..

cathcath said...


I have not found the Spanish version yet.