(Poem)
will search for you always
in the blazing fire
and fleeting embers
when gloomy is the night’s
horizon of fright
will search for you always
in the heart and blood
of the oppressed class
in the bended spines
of exploited workers
and enslaved farmers
yes, will search for you always
by the shore of my soul
while onrushing are the waves
and hissing is the lightning
and rumbling is the thunder
in the panorama of love
of our liberating aspirations.
yes, will search for you always
in the pricking amorseco
along the yellowish path of hope
of barren, grieving ricefields
will search for you always
in the intertwining cogon grass
on hills and savannahs
in the crawling cadena de amor
on forgotten graves
of dedicated warriors
for the freedom and glory
of the downtrodden class
and the emancipation
of la tierra pobreza
from the manacles of injustices
and chains of exploitation.
yes, will search for you always
in every dusk bidding adieu
or on mornings the dews descend
on desolate blades of grass
hoping we will soon meet
as our veins are conjoined
by the onslaught of penury and grief
and our blood simmers
with the kiss
of the easterly wind
of rampaging protests
and our hearts embrace
the revolution of love’s dedication
for the emerald-filled future
of our beloved land.
yes, will search for you always
and we will meet and rejoice soon
when the talahib fully blooms
and blood flows
from the calvary’s ovary
and drown we will
the worm-infested face and body
of the exploitative ruling class!
(My English version of LAGI KITANG HAHANAPIN)
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