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Attempt No. 2

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Nuarin Pa?
by M.I.
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Makulog sa boot an sakuyang namamatean
Arog kan dati na dai ko masabutan
Ang enot na pagkamoot na dai nawawara sa puso sagkod pa man
Hinanap, nahiling, mawawara guiraray
Dai sukol ang kulog kan namamatean
At mawara guiraray an haloy na hinanap
Padaba ko, padaba ko, padaba ko
Namumutan ta ka
Pero uni na an satuyang buhay
may iba ng kadamay
Nuarin pa? nuarin pa?
An magkahuron kita
An maghilingan kita
An magsabi kan gabos na namamatean
Na haloy na nagkaturog, kan magmata, nahiling na, mawawara pa?
Haloy ka nang dae nagtaram kan saimong pagkamoot
Haloy kang pighalat, hain ka kan kaipuhan ta ka?
Naghanap ka man lamang sako?
O ako sana pa lan an naghanap saimo?
Haloy na akong luway na ginadan
kan maaraman kong ang pighahalat ko wara na pa lan.
Padaba ko, an pagkamoot ko para saimo
Hain ka???
Iba an kataning sa pagturog
Iba an kataning sa pagkaon
Iba an kataning sa paglakaw sa buhay
Padaba ko, wara na akong pighahalat siguro
Nuarin pa? nuarin pa?
An pighahalat ko ay pagkakataon
na minsan maghilingan man guiraray asin magkahuron
Ang minsang duwang puso na namoot nin dayupot…

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An attempt at adaptation:

When?

A certain despondence grows in me,
like the ambiguity I felt
when I first fell in love.
The pain I feel fails all
attempts at measurement;
as losing everything long sought for.
My love, my love,
I love you
but this, here, our lives
no longer entwine.
When? When can we
speak? See each other?
Say how we feel, truly?
On waking from a long slumber,
we saw, but lost, hope.
When was it last you said how
you feel?
I have long waited; where were
you when I needed you most?
Did you even seek my hand?
Or is it only I who has sought you?
Softly, I’ve been dying when I knew
the cause is lost.
My love, where has it gone?
Where have you gone?
Asleep, having a repast, walking
through life with someone else?
My love, maybe I have nothing to wait for.
When? When…
A chance is what I wait for now;
that one day we will meet and talk
for some time two hearts have loved beyond measure…

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