Kulkulappe (Paru-Paro) (Butterfly)

Kulkulappe

Mi'ya-mi'yambabbale

'Pagibo' di ni'ye

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Paru-paro

Nakikihalobilo

Nagparamdam sila

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Butterfly

Coming upon the living's dwelling

Feeling from those gone

Duwan Haikun di Obob (Two "Well" Haikus)

Litom di luta

Inumon di tinanud

Ta tumaguda

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Well on the ground

To be drank by generations

So they will live

Obob an nalbong

Hi matuning an wiit

Umipaatung

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A full spring

On a cold morning

Keeps one warm

Kulkulappeh nan naholoan (Butterfly on grassland)

Kulkulappe
Ma'id ha ena pumattukan
Hinan naholoan

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Butterfly
Nowhere to land
on the grassland

Udan

Numpagibo-a'
Mu on mu inyaw-awan
Alyon nan udan

Nakyom di lagud
Hay payung mu ya alam
Mu ohay' higam

Dingngol muy idul
"De han ihigguan"
Em' nataktakan

Dinggol muy idul
Nu maid ipi-oan
On mo butikon

Napanatingam
Te hay eka na'potan
"Bahul di udan"


Rain

I let you feel me
But you brushed it aside
Said the rain

The sky darkened
Get your umbrella along
Indolence held you

You heard the thunder
"There's a shed to take shelter"
But that stalls you

You heard the thunder
And there's nowhere to go to
Run is the only thing to do

You got sick
Because you got wet
"It's because of the rain"

Haikun di Page (Haikus of the Rice Plant)

Ahiboge (Rice transplanting).  This picture was taken during a rice transplanting season in Mompolia, Hingyon, Ifugao.

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(The following collection of haikus is among those I read in the Panagbenga Poetry Reading 2014 as part of UP Baguio's Rambak Sining)

 Haikun di Page

(Haikus of the Rice Plant)

Nunkapolyawan

Nadan apayo-payo

Pangidadaan

Page’n nitamol

Langtana ya immapngah

Algo’n dimmamu

Dongol di wahwah

Tiptipak di hinopnak

Te mib’gey page

Page’n pinumngol

Humaping ya bumuhbuh

Ahi mabgahan

Tuling di buding

Hi payo’n dime’deleng

Angit di kidlo

Natong di page

Mamanmanuh’ di dibdib

Ahibotok mo

Ahibotok (Rice harvesting). This is a scene in one rice harvest season at the author's hometown, Mompolia, Hingyon, Ifugao) 

Haikus of the Rice Plant

(Author's translation of Haikun di Page)

Cleared up

Are the fields from weeds

Making them ready

Soaked rice panicles

Sprouted and became verdant

Meeting the sun

The sound of washing

Seedlings being bashed

For it’s time to plant

Rice plant growing to fist size

Growing shoots then producing blossoms

Before the grain swells

The noise of the maya

Over the field that turned red

Daring the scarecrow

The fields ripened

Aroma of roasted chicken

For harvest time is here

Tulu an Haikun di Lowang hi Numboblayan (Three Haikus for the Cold Season in our Hometown)

Tulu an Haikun di Lowang hi Numboblayan

Wiit di lowang -

Hinaung di duduntug,

baybay di angop

Algo’n pinninghan

Humulit man di kotol,

malanlanuya  

Ballu an potang

Nidiplat hi mumuyung,

hiwat di mata

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Three Haikus for the Cold Season in our Hometown

Morning of cold season-

Engulfment of the mountains

is a sea of fog

Once-in-sometime sun

Even if the chill pierces

gives a good feeling

The young sunshine

Touching the many forests,

gratifies the eyes