HARIBOL SURALISTA

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Sa Dios Sana (In God Alone) sarong kanta

Posted by Jai Jesus Uy Borlagdan Thursday, August 21, 2008 comments (0)

Sa Dios Sana

Naglalakaw, ang tawong patal
sa tikong dalan, daing pakiaram.

Pighihibian an minsan na laogan
Dai aram na an laog an daing katapusan.

Piggigibong paraiso kan laman
An dagang ining sa hudyan satuyang babayaan.

Dai ka magsarig sa
igwang kasagkodan ta
sa hudyan dara kaan
dakulang kamunduan.

An gabos na may puon
sierto an pagkatapos
dai man ki minundag
na dai nagadan.

Sa Dios sana
an kaogmahan ta
makukua sa Dios sana

Nitai-Gaur Haribol
Sisay an dudumanan?
Haribol Nitai-Gaur Haribol
Sisay an raranihan?
Nitiyananda, Nityananda
Sisay an dudulukan?
Chaitanya, Chaitanya
Sisay an sasarigan?

Pag-abot kan kagadanan? Sa hudyan.
Sisay an hahagadan sa hudyan
sisay an makakatabang sa hudyan
pag-abot kan kagadanan, sa hudyan?

Kun saro-sarong nawawara an gabos?
Kun saro-sarong nagrarayo an gabos?
Sisay an sasarigan sa hudyan?

Oh, sa Dios sana makukua, an ogma.
Oh, an Dios sana an makakadapa satuya.
Sa satuyang kagadanan, sa hudyan.

Salin: Sa Dios Lamang


Naglalakad, ang taong tanga
sa likong daan, walang paki-alam.

Iniiyakan ang minsan na lalagyan
Di alam na ang loob ang walang katapusan.

Itinuturing na paraiso ng laman
ang lupang itong sa huli'y atin ding iiwan.

Huwag kang kakapit sa
mayroong hangganan
dahil sa huli'y dala niyan
malaking kalungkutan.

Lahat nang may simula
Tiyak na matatapos
wala namang pinanganak
na hindi namatay.

Sa Dios Lamang
makukuha ang ligaya
Sa Dios lamang.

Nitai-Gaur Haribol
sino ang pupuntahan?
Haribol Nitai-Gaur
sino ang lalapitan?
Nityananda, Nityananda
sino ang susuplungan?
Chaitanya, Chaitanya
sino ang kakapitan?

Pagdating ng kamatayan? Sa huli.
Sino ang hihingian sa huli
Sino ang makakatulong sa huli
pagdating ng kamatayan, sa huli?

Kung isa-isang nawawala ang lahat?
Kung isa-isang lumalayo ang lahat?
Sino ang kakapitan sa huli?

Oh, sa Dios lamang, ang saya, makukuha
Oh, ang Dios lamang ang sa ati'y dadapa.
Sa ating kamatayan, sa huli.

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Karangahan: Pagranga sa Panurat Bikolnon. Kagibo: Jimple Borlagdan. Pinduton an ritrato para makaduman sa Karangahan

On Borlagdan's Poetry


A Rush of Metaphors, Tremor of Cadences, and Sad Subversions
By Tito Genova Valiente
titovaliente@yahoo.com

The first time I read the poems of Jesus Jaime Borlagdan, Jimple to those who know him, I felt immediately the seething movement of the words. There was a rush of metaphors in his works. I immediately liked the feeling that the rhythm caused in one’s reading for poetry, in my book, should always be read aloud. I was hearing the voice. It was a voice that happened to sound from afar and it was struggling to link up with a present that would not easily appear.

It was heartbreaking to feel the form. I felt the lines constricting. I saw the phrases dangling to tease, breaking the code of straight talk and inverting them to seduce the mind to think beyond the words. Somewhere, the poems were reverting back to direct sentences, weakening the art of poetry with its universe of ellipses and nuances, but then as suddenly as the words lightened up, the poems then dipped back into a silent retreat, into a cave, to lick its own wounds from the confrontation that it dared to initiate.

For this column, I decide to share parts of the longer paper I am writing about this poet.

In Karangahan, the poet begins with: Bulebard, ikang muymuyon na salog/ki gatas buda patenteng nakahungko,/ako ngonian kahurona. Borlagdan translates this into:Boulevard, you forlorn river/ of milk and downcast lights/ speak to me now. Savor the translation, for in Bikol that which is a dialog has become an entreaty.)

The poet is always talking to someone but in An istorya ninda, an osipon ta, he talks about a the fruits of some narrative: Ta sa dara nindang korona kita an hadi/ sa krus, kita su may nakatadok na espada./Naitaram na ninda an saindang istorya./Punan ta na man su satong osipon./This I translate as: For in the crown they bear we are the King/ on the cross, with the embedded sword./ Marvel at this construction, as the poet cuts at the word “hadi” and begins the next line with “krus” and the “espada.” Marvel, too, at how he looks at conversion and faith, a process that made us special but also wounded us with ourselves stuck with the sword.

Finally, the poet says those lines of the true believer: They have already spoken their story, now let us begin with our tale. The poet does not have a translation but will the istorya in this line be “history” and osipon be “myth.” Shall these last four lines in the first stanza be both a subversion of our faith embedded in a foreign culture or a celebration of what we are not, and what we have not become?
Puni na an paghidaw. Puni na an pagluwas/hali sa kwartong pano ki luha, puni na/an paghiling sa luwas kan bintana./Puni na an paghidaw para sa binayaan./Puni na an pagsulit sa daluging tinimakan./Puni na an paghidaw sa mga sinugbang utoban. Terrifying lines as the poet calls us to begin the remembering and also begin the moving out from the room full of tears. In the poet’s mind, the lacrimarum vale or valley of tears had become an intimate area for instigating his own release.

The rhythm is there as in a prayer. But it is no prayer. There is the repetition but it is not a plea. There is the self but it is one that has turned away from itself into something else. That self is one that shall face the recollection of the faith that has been burned.

And yet the poet, resolute when he wants to, loves to sing and hint of fear and anxiety. Even when he is merely observing children playing in the rains, he summons images of terrible beauty. The skies become diklom na pinandon na “may luho” (with hole). From this hole, comes the sarong pisi ki sildang/ tisuhon na buminulos. The poet stays with this metaphor with such intensity that the silken thread coming from the hole justifiably becomes luhang garo hipidon na busay/paluwas sa mata/kan dagom. Dark wit and a penchant for the horrifying are tandem graces in these lines.

This is the poet who can, without self-consciousness, tell us of the …haya/kan mga ayam na namimibi/nakakapabuskad ki barahibo/nakakaulakit ki lungsi. He whispers of “halas na rimuranon, malamti/sa hapiyap kan mga bituon.”
This is a startling universe, where dogs pray (and bay), and where fears bloom and paleness afflicts and infects, and serpents are caressed by the stars.





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