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Lucia Makabayan 14 March 1985
Knowing the Forest (English)
Without pause the cicadas
All six or sixty of them in unison sing
If you heed, comrade, this sound
Either you go mad or suffer a head-ache
So think and understand
This is the music of the forest.
The blowing wind cannot be blocked
Eager to visit you, dragging darkness along
It will pierce the hills, pass through trees
Surround you and seep into the bone.
If you huddle, you will only be teased
The cold in the wilderness is no guest.
Do not bother to fight the bugs and mosquitoes
Their army is entrenched in every nook and corner
While you're on alert, one heads for your nape
Humming, pricking at your drowsiness
Even if you chase them away with smoke
For a while they'll retreat and then charge again.
The sun rarely greets you
Shyly peeping and smiling furtively.
But here comes the eager rain
The sun sulks, makes way
The rain sees what should be watered.
Let us study, comrade, the laws of the forest.
Let us recognize the rustlings
There are sounds that approach and some that recede
The sound of four feet running is different
Different too are the footsteps of strangers.
We have to study this forest more
Know it like a trustworthy comrade.
(J.B.)
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