3d
Patay na an binhi nga akon gin tanom
Na uga an mga gudti nga dahon
Waray na sumaringsing an luyat nga sanga
Mamara na hin duro an tinatamnan nga tuna.
Waray na ka salbar han abono ngan tubig
Nadunot na an lawas nga inuuhaw ha dilig
Waray na paglaom nga bumuklad an biyuos
Nailiw an tuna nga ha iya mga gamut nakagapos
Waray na ak umutro tikang hadto
Gin sunog ko na gihapon an iba nga liso
Ngan pati an tanaman nga minangnuan
Naglarab dida ha butnga han kasirakan.
Bangin dire gud la ak maaram mag tanom
Bangin an gin hatag nga pag tagad kulang gihapon
Sinipat ko nala an adlaw, ngan ha langit humangad
Samtang an hinulid nga binhi, nag dudugo ha akon palad.
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Na uga an mga gudti nga dahon
Waray na sumaringsing an luyat nga sanga
Mamara na hin duro an tinatamnan nga tuna.
Waray na ka salbar han abono ngan tubig
Nadunot na an lawas nga inuuhaw ha dilig
Waray na paglaom nga bumuklad an biyuos
Nailiw an tuna nga ha iya mga gamut nakagapos
Waray na ak umutro tikang hadto
Gin sunog ko na gihapon an iba nga liso
Ngan pati an tanaman nga minangnuan
Naglarab dida ha butnga han kasirakan.
Bangin dire gud la ak maaram mag tanom
Bangin an gin hatag nga pag tagad kulang gihapon
Sinipat ko nala an adlaw, ngan ha langit humangad
Samtang an hinulid nga binhi, nag dudugo ha akon palad.
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English translation:
The seed I planted is now dead,
The small leaves have withered away.
The crooked branch no longer bears fruit,
The soil where it was planted is now barren.
No fertilizer or water could save it,
Its body has decayed, thirsty for the drought.
There is no hope for it to bloom,
The land is lost, tied down by its weeds.
I can no longer harvest from it,
I have burned some seeds as well,
And even the garden I once cared for
Is now consumed by the middle of destruction.
Maybe I simply don't know how to plant,
Maybe the care I gave was still not enough.
I only looked at the day, and gazed at the sky,
While the withered seed bled
In my palm.
01.27.25
The seed I planted is now dead,
The small leaves have withered away.
The crooked branch no longer bears fruit,
The soil where it was planted is now barren.
No fertilizer or water could save it,
Its body has decayed, thirsty for the drought.
There is no hope for it to bloom,
The land is lost, tied down by its weeds.
I can no longer harvest from it,
I have burned some seeds as well,
And even the garden I once cared for
Is now consumed by the middle of destruction.
Maybe I simply don't know how to plant,
Maybe the care I gave was still not enough.
I only looked at the day, and gazed at the sky,
While the withered seed bled
In my palm.
01.27.25
