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SAKE BUS
© Neng Maria Teresa M. Evangelista



           SAKE BUS
Neng Maria Teresa M. Evangelista
        Julyu 10, 2010

Me atrasu ku gising, maliksing kikilus,
King syudad a Menila dapat na kung luslus,
Pepepe ku gamat iniang manabat kung bus,
Anggang misake kuít milukluk nang maayus.

Dane yang awang ing pinili kung luklukan 
Pauli ning tutu kung kapad ing manandawan,
Balamu mo alben ku sine yang piyalbyan,
At e ku man maynip miras king pupuntalan.

Ding malaberding pitamnan karing sakulan,
Mengalangiít kulol suklati no keraklan,
Ing malaparang gabun manyawad yang uran,
Ban kanita rening tigkal na lambut no man.

Kening pamagluklukan ku, ya ku maglualu,
Anyawaran king Dios ing turu nakatamu,
Banting upayang pitamnan, king berdi katmu,
Kumabsi la ngan ding danupan at kalulu.

Bandang marayu ayaninag ko ring bunduk,
Ding tau karin maswerti king tiup amiyaluk,
At sagana la king preskung bagul a susyuk,
Ampo karing bunga ding pun a mataluktuk.

King dane kayli ku, atin kung a batiawan,
Magdili-dili, ing bunduk king kapatagan,
Nung marakal la ring bunduk, manalakaran,
Anging pekamaniaman iyang a sangapan. 

Dapot miren tamu ngan layang makagalo,
King Bie, kilub ning bakuran tamuít sirkulo,
Samasan ing dake tamuít gawan ing agyu,
Ban miras bakuran, ding bunduk mangalagu.

Sulung ing lakbe kening dalan ning bie tamu,
Atin atiat mapinu, malubak, mabatu,
Isip ku mamialung kabang makasake ku,
Saya ning sake tiu king lawe ta king yatu.


Web video links:

http://parnasu.ning.com/video/sake-bus-bus-ride

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6Znyf-FQEA

Ginale nang MTMME king radyu 91.9FM, king
programang Indung Kapampangan, Julyu 10, 2010



            BUS RIDE
  By Maria Teresa M. Evangelista
         July 10, 2010


I woke up so late, and so I must rush,
I need to go to Manila city,
So waving high my hand to catch a bus,
Until I was seated comfortably.

I took a seat nearest to the window,
For I am enjoying watching the view,
Itís simply like viewing a movie show,
Just to find I arrived before I knew.

The many green plots in the country fields,
A lot of these became dry and brown,
And the vast soil begging that Heaven spills,
Rain to soften the barren chunky ground.

While back on my seat with a short prayer,
Asking dear God to keep watching closely,
To teach man how to turn the plots greener,
To grow grains to feed the poor and hungry.

Further, I saw distant mountainsí shadows,
Lucky are they who dwell in the cool breeze,
And richly surrounded by fresh wind blows,
With plenty fruits from tall fruit-bearing trees.

Far at my left, I saw another view,
Standing, the lone mountain in the lowland,
If only more mountains rise up anew,
Air we breathe in be surely the best brand.

But weíre given freewill to make a start,
Within our life circle, our own backyard,
To improve our share and to do our part,
So lovely mountains move right in our yard.

We kept on journeying along lifeís road,
The span is smooth or rocky, or holed,
My mind is playing while I am on board,
Happy trips lie on how we see the world.