(May Bagyo Ma't May Rilim translation by Bienvenido Lumbera)
Though it is stormy and dark,
I'll strain my tearful plaints
and struggle on--
I'll set out on voyage
and persist in my search
for God our Father.
Though it doesn't sleep a wink,
This temptation bearing down on me,
Still will I dare
To read this book,
And from it, draw
The weapon I'll yield.
Having lost my sight in the past
I'm giving thanks
For this light
Which God let shine
Upon the priest who has made known
This noble book.
Though tossed and dashed
By huge waves,
I'll trash my legs
And renewing strength--
In this (book) I grasp
For the buoy that saves.
Though disabled and limping,
Nothing can hold back my steps,
For this (book) will take me by the hand
And show me the way--
The staff was prepared
To give me strength.
