Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Tula 1: Salin Mula Kay Pablo Neruda
Ngayong Gabi Maari Kong Isulat ang mga Pinakamalungkot na Taludtod
Pablo Neruda
(Salin ni Bong Eliab mula sa "Tonight I can write the saddest lines")
Ngayong gabi maari kong isulat
Ang mga pinakamalungkot na taludtod.
Isulat, halimbawa, "Tigib ng tala ang gabi
At nanginginig ang mga bughaw na bituin sa kalayuan."
Sa gabing umalimpuyo ang hangin
Sa himpapawid, kumakanta.
Ngayong gabi maari kong isulat
Ang mga pinakamalungkot na taludtod.
Inibig ko siya, at minsan inibig rin niya ako.
Habang gabi tulad ngayon niyayakap ko siya
Paulit-ulit na hinagkan sa ilalim
Ng langit na walang hanggan.
Minahal niya ako minsan, at minahal ko rin siya.
Papanong `di maaring mahalin
Ang kanyang dakila't maamong mga mata.
Ngayong gabi maari kong isulat
Ang mga pinakamalungkot na taludtod.
Isip-isiping wala na siya sa akin.
Daramdamin na nawala ko siya.
Dinggin ang kalawakan ng gabi,
Nang nawala siya mas lumawak.
Umuulan ang mga berso sa kalooban
Parang hamog na dumadampi sa parang.
Ano ang halaga ng aking pag-ibig
Na `di kaya siyang panatilihin.
Puno ng tala ang gabi
At wala siya sa aking piling.
Ito lahat. Mula sa kalayuan merong kumakanta.
Mula sa kalayuan.
Mabigat ang kalooban
Nawalan.
Aking paningin naghahanap sa kanya
Tila tumutungo sa kanya.
Aking puso naghahagilap sa kanya
At sa piling ko wala siya.
Parehong gabi pinipintang puti sa mga puno.
Di na kami pareho, noong panahon na `yun.
Sa totoo lang, `di ko na siya mahal,
Ngunit mahal na mahal ko siya noon.
Nagsisikap makahanap ng aking tinig
Ng hanging dadampi sa kanyang pandinig.
Sa iba. Sa iba na siya.
Tulad noong una aking mga halik.
Ang kanyang tinig, ang kanyang maapoy na katawan.
Ang kanyang mapupusok na mga mata.
`Di ko na siya mahal, sa totoo lang,
Ngunit baka mahal ko pa siya.
Ang ikli ng pag-ibig,
Ang kalimutan matagal.
Dahil habang gabi tulad ngayon niyakap ko siya
Hungkag ang aking kaloobang
Nawalan.
Kahit na ito ang huling kirot
Pasakit niya sa akin
At ito na ang huling taludtod
Na isusulat ko alang sa kanya.
Monday, February 09, 2009
INVITATION: POSTGRAD STUDIES IN AUSTRALIA
Postgraduate Studies in U.S. under Fulbright
The application for 2010-2011 Fulbright student competition for faculty members who are interested for degree (MA/MS/PhD) or non-degree programs in the U.S. is from December 2008 to March 23, 2009.
Application forms may be photocopied at the Admissions Office of ADDU. Look for Ms. Devi Joy B. Migue. Information about the 2010-2011 Fulbright student competition is available from the PAEF website: www.paef.org.ph or email the Foundation at fulbright@paef.org.ph.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting you heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me to know what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
-From "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (shared to me by Vida Maya Ko)