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SA IBABA KAN BUKID
by Benjamin A. Claveria |
The
Buhinon and English versions below are the
original interpretations of the author.
The following is a courtship song. Asked to
manage a dance during the war years, I wrote a
poem for Atang, a girl whom I had just got
acquainted, and took it to the very able musician,
Martin P. Ailes, who set it to muscic. It was
played as a special piece at the dance and such
by three of the best male singers in Buhi - Luis
Feced and Salvador Tayag, now deceased and
Eulogio Demagante.
Atang used to live at the foot of Malankaw Hill
on the western part of the poblacion of Buhi;
hence the title of the song. Soon afterwards I
proposed to her and the girl of the western hill
becme the girl of my dreams. FULL STORY
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IBABA NYA BESAY (Buhinon) Sa ibaba nya besay
Nag lonod na nyo bulan
Madelem, tonineng
Nikatorog nga banowaan.
Ngowan ako mwadi
Tanganing ika kansyonan,
Saka magremrem nyo
Sakit, ogma tang inagyan.
Ono aan lalawgen
mo
Diyan sa kadeleman?
Ono aan nyo boses mo
Alin sa katoninengan?
Indi ko na
namamati
A lipet, kapengewan;
Ta isi kong ngowan ka
Saken nangangatorogan.
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SA IBABA KAN BUKID (Standard Bikol)Sa ibaba kan bukid
Nag solnop na an bulan
Madiklom, toninong
Natotorog na banwaan.
Ngonian ako yaon
Tanganing ika kansyonan,
Asin giromdomon
Sakit, ogmang inagihan.
Ano iyan
lalawgen mo
Diyan sa kadikloman?
Ano iyan an boses mo
Hale sa katoninongan?
Dai ko na
namamati
An lipot, kapungawan;
Ta aram kong ngonian ika
Sa sako nangatorogan.
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BELOW THE WESTERN HILL (English)Below the Western Hill
Has gone to rest the silver moon
Now all is dark and still
And peaceful in the sleeping town.
And while I sing
of you
Out here in the dark and the cold.
I think once more of all
The sorrows and joy of old.
Is it your face
I dimly see
In the dark where night winds blow?
Is it your voice I faintly hear
From the stillness whispering low?.
I mind no more
the loneliness
And the cold - my heart is free
I may be far away from you,
But you're dreaming, dear, of me.
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