Bugtong Salin:

Ang bugtong ng mga taga Pangasinan ay tinatawag nilang “Pabitla” It has four legs

Abong nen idis But it cannot move from its place.

Aliber na butones
Salin May apat na paa

The house of Idis Ngunit hindi makaalis.

Is surrounded bu buttons Sagot: Lamesa

Ang bahay ni Idis, Kasabihan

Puno ng butones Agka asyadong kapasiguro
Sagot: Kamatis Ta anggan kuaresma walay bagyo
Salin
Aliwa ak ya kiew Don’t be too certain
Amaymay balet sp bulong ko For even during lent there could be storm.
Salin:
I am not a tree Huwag pakasiguro
Yet I have many leaves. Dahil kahit kailan may bagyo.
Sagot: Libro
Agmalakay mandagsa
Apiratiray Sali to Makalay mankalkalna.
Ag makaalis ed kawalaan ko. Salin:
He who hurries will not get anything
He who moves slowly will get something.
 Sino mang nagmamadali ay walang makukuha, Awiting Bayan ng mga taga-Pangasinan
Siyang nagdadahan-dahan, may patutunguhan.
SAY KIGLIGAY ATEN
Anggan onabig lay sugat Isang awitin tungkol sa isang amang gusting ihayag ang kaniyang
pagkabigo sa kaniyang anak na babae.
Walay natilak ya piglet
Salin:
Say anak ligway ateng
Though the wound be healed,
Tambal na banal to tan ermen
A scar remains.
Amamayo ton inted na tawan
Laut no marikit a meren
Kahit ang sugat ay naghilom,
Ang bakas ay laging naroroon.
Bangbalet no singa saya natan
Ya amta koy mantila, manbataan
Dakel so salita
Sakey a krus so kaslimbawaan
Daisett sa gawa
Saksakbateb ya panid-irapan
Salin:
When words are many
Bangen igangagan ed sakey a pulong
Deeds are few.
A diad pangabilay et mogmon tonitulong
Man agko-agkowan. Konwari pakoyong
Pag marami ang salita,
Amta manaya et silib na bakokol
Kaunti ang gawa.

No on galaw kawes, ikaw tan sagaysay

Pasaliw ton amin so sensing a batowan
 Angkalin botitos balituk a baklaw Every time she moves (She needs) clothes, earings, and combs
Insane to anapen so manuk ya ibubulang She asks to be brought for her rings with precious stones
Expensive shoes and gold necklace,
Ag to ansakiten sa kataldengay galang After which she looks for a fighting cock
Arokten logur ko ag to la kinawanan
She minds not the stains upon my honor,
Salin: She cares not for mu love and devotion.
A child is a parent’s joy
A balm for his cares and sorrows
A toy sent by heaven
More so when it is a meek child.

But if it is a child like this one

Who knows how to tell lies and invent excuses
It is like a cross
which must be borne and suffered

When asked to go to a place

Where she can do her bit to earn a living
She tries to appear hesitant and acts as though she needs to be
persuaded
But it is really a turtle’s trick.