Miyerkules, Setyembre 18, 2013

Maisusulat ko sa Gabing Ito

Maisusulat ko sa Gabing Ito
Salin ni Reya Bato


Maisusulat ko sa gabing ito
ang pinakamapanglaw na berso.

Isusulat, halimbawa: “ang bituin
ay nagsabog, asul at nangangatog.”

Umaawit ang hanging
lumiligid sa langit.

Maisusulat ko sa gabing ito
ang pinakamapanglaw na berso.

Inibig ko siya, at inibig
din niya ako minsan.

Sa gabing ganito, nakakulong siya sa aking bisig.
Hinahagkan sa silong ng walang-hanggang langit.

Inibig niya ako, at inibig
ko rin siya minsan.

Paanong hindi ako mabibihag
sa kalaliman ng payapa niyang mga mata?

Maisusulat ko sa gabing ito
ang pinakamapanglaw na berso.

Magunitang hindi ko na siya kapiling.
Madamang wala na siya sa akin.

Madinig ang lawig ng gabi,
mas lumalawig ngayong hindi siya kaniig.

Ang mga berso ay bumagtas sa diwa
gaya ng hamog sa talahib

Ano pa ang silbi kung hindi siya
napanatili ng aking pag-ibig?

Ang bituin ay nagsabog sa dilim
at wala na siya akin.

Iyon lamang. May umaawit sa ilang. Sa ilang.
Diwa ko ay lutang sa kanyang paglisan.

Pilit pa rin siyang hahagilapin ng aking paningin
na animo muli siyang lilitaw sa aking harapan

Ang puso ko ay nangungulila
at sa tabi ko siya ay wala.

Walang nagbago sa gabing nagpapapusyaw
sa kakahuyan. Tayo, tayo ang nagbago.

Hindi ko na siya mahal, tiyak ko,
ngunit minahal ko siya nang totoo.

Nawa’y dalhin sa kanya ng hangin
ang aking mga hinaing.

Angkin ng iba. Siya ay magiging angkin ng iba.
Ang kayang mga halik, tinig, ang katawang
balingkitan, at mga titig na walang hanggan.

Hindi ko na siya mahal, tiyak ko, mahal pa rin
siguro. Mabilis ang umibig, mabagal ang lumimot.

‘Pagkat sa gabing ganito, siya ang aking nasa bisig.
Diwa ko ay hindi masumpungan sa kanyang paglisan.

Bagaman, baka ito na ang huling kirot na siya
ang may dulot, at huling tulang sa kanya hinubog

18-Setyembre-2013

…and I summoned all my courage to translate this legendary poem of Neruda. I hope he will not raise from the dead with my impertinence.


Orihinal na Akda:

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Miyerkules, Setyembre 4, 2013

HAIKU - SUN DOODLES


Haiku - Sun Doodles

Draw circle with rays
Whispering hopes and prayers
The rain came to halt




Huwebes, Setyembre 27, 2012

PETRICHOR




PETRICHOR
by Reya Bato

I tried to compose a tune
to the rhythm of falling raindrops.
Under the darkening clouds,
I penned an unhappy ballad.

The cold wind whistled through
freezing the mist on the air
As the chill lingered about
the sorrow in my hymn grew.

When the lightning flashed,
clasps of thunder crashed
accompanied by the distant rumblings,
my song turned to ranging growling.

The rain had stopped
freshness penetrated the earth
the sweet and musky scent
brought me a blissful chant.


#reb'27-09-2012

I miss the rain. :)

Martes, Hulyo 17, 2012

Hay-(Na)ku: Coffee



Hay-(Na)ku: Coffee
Reya Bato


Smell of brewed coffee
I was tempted to take sips
I rose from the dead


18-July-2012

Huwebes, Hunyo 28, 2012

Between hot and cold


Between hot and cold
Reya Bato


Between hot and cold
I’d choose the latter not
since it kills without a hurry:

First, it crawls up the feet
rattles the knees
and covers the limbs

it decks the skin with bumps
darkens the nails blue
and lightens the lips hue

then, it disarrays the brain
deadens the feeling
‘til we reach the ending.

28th June 2012

Miyerkules, Mayo 30, 2012

IDLE

IDLE
Reya Bato


thoughts are eely -
long and snakelike
they are slipping
out of mind
slithering into
the muck
they stay
there for a time
feeding on
some grime


30th May 2012
4:00 pm



Linggo, Mayo 20, 2012

Frantic

FRANTIC*

Reya Bato



Three steps to the left

Two to the right

Then a stumble

Woozy

Where are those twiggy limbs going?

Swaying from side-to-side

He is dancing in a fast frenzied rhythm. #rebato


20th May 2012


*This word is running frantically from the walls of my brain looking for escape.