MALAYA

Ni Crissot

Pagtumayla ra ka, kalulung dalaga:
Nanu ing buri mu?
Bias kang kundiman, o kanyang masikang
Malabis, mayumung
Lulwal king lia na ning Musa Malasia?
Pakirandaman mu:
Matudtud! Matudtud! Malagung Malaya,
King ba’mung e akit daraptan da keka.
King dayun mung ginto Karin ka maghilig,
At ding dasyan mu
Malambut dang bulbul ding maputing cisnes;
At kanyang malilung,
Lalan na ning magga Karin at idalit
Ing tagulele mung
Bagayan citara, lungkut ampon tangis,
Kanita ring taksil baling mangaligkig.
Huge meng bwak mung makaba’t matuling,
Takpan mong kanwan mu
King ban e mayakit yang bigung pagbitkil:
Ya ing maging bungbung
King kalinisan mu, alang kalmang Virgen:
Kanita mipampan
King panlalawe ra’t ya ing maging tabing
King kalubasan mung pikaylian din taksil.
Kabang yanag opolong sikat ning alaya
Panayan teng sunlag,
Pagkapilitin mung paynawa ka sana:
Ipyak mo ring mata,
Tyu pa kapitangan, ing besngi sisyuk pa,
Pagkapilitin mung
Matudtud! Matudtud! Malagung Malaya
King ba’mung e akit darapatan da keka.
 MALAYA
Translated by Rosalinda I. Castro
I shall sing you to sleep, thou hapless maiden
What is your wish?
Would you listen to a kundiman or to music
Sweet and mellifluous
From the lyre of the Malaysian Muse?
Listen:
Sleep! Sleep! Beautiful Malaya
So you may not see what they inflict on you.
Lie down in your golden hammock
On a pallet
Of softest down from white swans,
And in the shade
Under the mango tree there we shall sing
Your lament,
Your grief, you’re weeping with zither music,
Let the traitors hear and quake with fear!
 MALAYA
Translated by Rosalinda I. Castro
Let down your long and jet-black hair
Shield your forehead
And from them hide the marks of sorrow:
This the veil
Of your purity, thou unhappy virgin;
It will avert
Their gaze and serve as the curtain
Of your nakedness that the traitors laugh at.
While for the opal rays of dawn we wait
To shine forth,
Try to get some rest: Close your eyes,
For midnight is still here,
we hear the sounds of darkness;
Try to Sleep! Sleep! Beautiful Malaya,
So you may not see what they inflict on you.
JUAN CRISOSTOMO ‘Crissot’ SOTO

❖Pseudonyms: Crissot, Rubi, Natis

Belen and Vitaliano in his
poems, and Julio September
and Lacan Batbat in his articles
❖Born in Santa Ines Bacolor,
Pampanga (January 27, 1867 -
June 12, 1918)
❖A poet, playwright and a
newspaperman
❖“Father of Pampango Literature”
❖Born in Santa Ines Bacolor,
Pampanga (January 27, 1867 -
June 12, 1918)
❖From a family of farmers, his
mother Marciana Caballa was a
seamstress, and his father Santiago
Sotto was a court employee and
was the Head of Peace Officer in
their town.
Contribution in Philippine Literature
❖Wrote numerous lyrical poems, historical
dramas, humorous plays, fiery editorials and
philosophical essays;
• Perlas Quing Burac and Pula’t-Puti
• Ang Sultana, Perla, Zapre and Rubi
( later years of the Spanish period)
• The Marriage of the Dead
• Sigalot
• Alang Dios
• Nanu Tang Male Cu
Contribution in Philippine Literature
❖Translated the Spanish version of Romeo and
Juliet in Pampango and old European plays like
Lovers of Teruel Faust and Nero, and Gladiators;
❖Author of the first novel in pampango “Lydia”,
in collaboration with Galura;
❖Translated Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere and El
Filibusterismo;
❖Wrote a English-Spanish-Pampango Dictionary
with the help of Modesto Juaquin.
 ATI CU PUNG SINGSING

Atin cu pung singsing Ing sucal ning lub ku

Metung yang timpucan Susukdul queng banwa
Amana que iti Mengurus cung gamat
Queng indung ibatan Bobo bing lamesa
Sangcan queng sininup Ninumang menakit
Queng metung a caban Queng singsing cung mana
Nawala ya iti Calulung pusu ku
Ecu camalayan Nanginy ya keaka.
 ATI CU PUNG SINGSING
Campampangan Folk Song
Atin cu pung singsing
Metung yang timpucan
Amana que iti
Queng indung ibatan
Sangcan queng sininup
Queng metung a caban
Nawala ya iti
Ecu camalayan
Ing sucal ning lub ku
Susukdul queng banwa
Mengurus cung gamat
Bobo bing lamesa
Ninumang menakit
Queng singsing cung mana
Calulung pusu ku
Nanginy ya keaka.
 ATI CU PUNG SINGSING
Campampangan Folk Song

Meron akong singsing Ang sakit nang loob ko

Isa s’yang mahalaga
Namana ko ito
Sa amang pinagmulan
Tinangka kong itago
Sa isang lalagyan
Ngunit Nawala ito
Hindi ko namalayan.
Abot hanggang langit
Nag krus ako ng kamay
Sa ibabaw ng mesa
Sinumang nakakita
Sa singsing kong minana
Kawawang puso ko
Sasamba sa iyo.
THANK YOU FOR
LISTENING!!!

Prepared by: Ma. Rhodora S. Ma. Nieva

BEED III