Sa gabi na walang tala.
Sa panahong mapanglaw.
Mga pusong di naawa.
Mga hinimok na pananalanta.
Sa bingit ng basag na salamin,
nabubulok nkahoy,
nalalantang bukid,
nagbabadyang alanganin,
kasiguraduhan ng hamak,
kaisahan,
kawalan ng nagmamahalan.
Sa kawalan ng sinagtala,
sikat ng araw,
at kung kailang dapit hapon
at takipsilim ang nangingibabaw.
Heto’t payabungin ang baga, ang liwanang ng kandila
Kailan Man Hindi ako Mawawala.
___________
Note:
Happy Weekend Guys, I am leaving you with this one and the Erotica, "The Officer" and of course, with another photo of me.
Stay Bleesed, Beautiful and Free!
9 comments:
Khalel, I really admire your writings. Keep it going.
Hi friends,
Just a 'quicky' to let you know my blog address has changed LOL
The old address was too similar to that of 'Pride of Place' & I have been asked to change it.
New address is
http://blogshaney.blogspot.com
Sorry for the hassle
Hugs
Shaney
Translation! :) I bet it sounds wonderful!
reyville, thanks man! Ill try my best. c",)
shaney, i have changed your link! Goodluck!
paul, ill try to come up with the translation for it. Hopefully this week! c",)
Thanks for dropping by man!
i have a lot of catching up to do.
on a litless starry night, season forlorn, hearts have no pity, forming devastation, on the edge of broken glasses, decaying woods, drying fields, the weak and the indigent poor are guaranteed in unity, when lovers decease on lucklustre lit sky, sans sunrise, dusk comes enveloping darkness, here flourish the amber, let candle burn, AND FOREVER I WONT BE GONE!
I never thought how hard it is to convey the imagery and rythm of this poem, and after posting a translation i realized some mistakes and for that please accept my apology. For readers who don't understand, here is my new stab for Maging Sa Dapit Hapon. When dusk comes near, thru a gloomy night of season forlorn, cruel hearts are norm, ravaging devastations, on the verge of shattered glasses, decaying woods, drying fields, waving doubts, the surety of the indigents, unite, when loves lost and guiding lights unfound, dashed is the radiant hope, when dusk comes near and darkness reigns, fan the flame, alas, let candle burn, AND NEVER WOULD I BE FORGOTTEN...
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