Nakatugtog ang mabagal na huni ng musika sa isang kwarto.

Isang lalaki, mga dalawangpu o dalawangput-isa, ang tagilid na nakaidlip sa kanyang kama.

Naglalaway ang bibig at nanunubig ang mga mata.

Sa malamig na gabi habang balot ng kumot ang katawan
                                                                ­     basa at maingay ang lansangan  sa pagbuhos ng ulan.

O sun, just where are you?

I am still wondering

When you will rise

To light up my dark

World? For me to spark

Up, dazzled by your rays?

I am counting days under heaven

Yet I cannot see even

A small peep past

The mountain, hear the utterance

Of your presence,

The winds blowing northwest.

I am wandering –

Sun, where are you?