Hindi mo na maririnig, tugtog ng lumang gitara,
awit ng batang kwerdas na kinulbit pag bagot na
ang mga talata’t salita, hindi mo na mababasa
sa tagtuyot na darating, tila mga dahong nalanta,
malalaglag, maiiwan lamang ay kupas na ala-ala
Di na matutupad, muling pagkikitang pinangarap,
sa mundong ibabaw, panahong tangi’y sasang-iglap
buhay na wari’y walang wakas, maglalahong ganap
Ganunpaman, hayaang lumipad ang aking paghikbi
'ka'y naging bahagi, kaputol ng pusod sa aking wari
Magpahinga ka na’t napagod kang anong tindi
Aalalahanin ka tuwina, kapatid na alalay ang ngiti.
Dedicated to the memory of my brod and friend, Bitagoras C. Nual, who we call Goras.
Translation:
Segment (For Goras)
You won’t hear anymore, the old guitar we played
the music of the youthful strings that were plucked when bored
the stanzas and words, you won’t be able to read ever
they’d be like wilted leaves that when the drought sets in,
will surely fall, and only faded photographs will remain.
A future reunion, we both dreamed of, now naught,
never forthcoming in this world where time ends in a wink,
where life we felt as if forever, ends as eyes blink.
Be that as it may, let my sobs fly to where you are,
a friend, a part of mine, a segment of my navel I felt
Rest now, brother, you must have been so tired
Someone like you, as unforgettable as your smile.
