akong gikuha ang dili makuha
gihikap ang dili,
alang ra kanako
mokuyog ko kon asa padung ang hangin
hagkan ang nahupas
kabalo ko sa butang ngadi unta katuhoan
Ako, ang lapok
I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
I go where only winds are going,
Kiss what fades away;
I know a thing too strange for knowing,
I, the clay.
Haniel Long