dancing the road to Eyeb:

Ten tribes, red and black.

(All readers are invited to the Lang-ay Festival from March 29 to April 7. The tribes from the 10 towns comprising the Mountain Province will hold its unity and solidarity festival with sports and cultural competitions, as well as the Tribal Street Dancing on April 7.  Come one. come all!!!)

tai inlateng is maschem.

Ad-i kasin um-mes.

(Oh…. let us get drunk

for it will be cold tonight:

Won’t take a bath again.)

Adi tako met nen-mula

tai wada nan udan.

(Is the rice not cooked?

We haven’t planted the seeds

even when there’s rain.)

burst into a song of roses

Drowned by Balili’s stench.

until your impassioned curses:

Ringing bells of Saint Mary.

Raising dust, stinging the eyes:

I cry when going home.

La Trinidad, on the way home.

(The mountain is high
if you’re looking from the ground,
from above, the river.)

umegyat nan nuang ai um-mes:

kudkudan nan i-Chorya.

(The water is filthy,

Carabaos scared to  bath:

Itchy are the people.)

no ad-acha-em nan wanga?

Cha! ad Kidla, men-umuma.

(Is  any soul there

where the river runs  deep?

In Kidla, farming the fields.)