Ibagam no sinno ti caduam

Ta ibagac no sinno ca

- Ilocano

Who is the protagonist in the legend story: Creation of the World?

Who is the antagonist in the legend story: On the Origin of Earth and Man?

What is the cause of the conflict in the legend story: The Creation of the World?

What is the cause of the conflict in the legend story: On the Origin of Earth and Man?

What is the type of the conflict in the legend story: The Creation of the World?

What is the type of the conflict in the legend story: On the Origin of Earth and Man?

Source of the different sources: Maisog's body which was struck by lightning

Source of the different sources: Maisog’s son who went to the north

Source of the different sources: the other children who went to the south

Source of the different sources: those who were carried to the east and who fed on clay

My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,

My dreams when already a youth, full of vigor to attain,

Were to see you, Gem of the Sea of the Orient,

Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane

Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

If over my tomb someday, 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.

What is metaphorically described as the Philippines?

Pray thee for all the hapless who have died,

For all those who unequalled torments have undergone;

For our poor mothers who in bitterness have cried;

For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied,

Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporize

And with my clamor behind return pure to the sky;

Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;

And on quiet afternoons when one prays for me on high,

Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God may rest I.

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed,

Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,

If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow,

Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so,

And gild it with a reflection of your nascent 

light!

Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane

Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

What is personified in these lines?

 I die as I see tints on the sky b’gin to show

And at last announce the day, after a gloomy night;

In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,

Let the bird intone a song of peace o’er my site.