salin ng tulang Fidel Castro

FIDEL CASTRO
tula ni Jan Oskar Hansen
salin ni Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.

Kaya kilala mo pala si Fidel Castro? Sa tingin ko'y gayon din
na iyon ang pangalan ng batang tagalinis, yaong
naglilinis ng maruruming pinggan at naglalampaso ng sahig
tinatawag siyang "Fy" na mas matanda kaysa akin at may
mas magandang edukasyon, at ako, na kanyang amo ay dama
ang kanyang pagsuway sa mga atas ng isang opisyal ng
uring manggagawa, ay nag-ugat. Subalit batid ko tulad
ng alam ng nakapagbabasa, ang malinggit na tao'y isang lingkod
ng mga mayayaman, kailangan nila ng sinumang nakapag-aral
kung anong kanilang gagawin; sa Venezuela, lumipat si Fidel
sa bapor na kanyang nakita at kumuha kami ng isa pang
batang tagalinis na hindi marunong magbasa o magsulat
pagkat ang sahod na matatanggap niya'y makatutulong
sa kanyang pamilya. Isang kasagwilang wala akong
makatalong sinuman


FIDEL CASTRO
A poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

So you do know Fidel Castro? I think I do
that was the name of the mess boy, the one who
had to do the dirty dishes and clean floors
“Fy” as he was called was older than me and had
a much better education, and I, as his boss felt his
contempt being told what to do by an officer of
working class, roots. But I knew as everybody who
read knows, the little man is but a servant for
the rich, they need someone educated to tell them
what to do; In Venezuela, Fidel jumped ship he was
not missed and we got another mess-boy
who could not read or write because the wage he got
could support his family. The downside was I had
no one to argue with

salin - Ang mga naghahanap ng trabaho

ANG MGA NAGHAHANAP NG TRABAHO
tula ni Jan Oskar Hansen
salin ni Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
(15 pantig bawat taludtod)

Matapos ang matagal na kawalan ng trabaho
napasok akong tagaluto sa isang kapihan
kung saan tao'y nagdatingan para sa serbesa
ngunit atas ng lokal na batas, kumain muna
ang sinuman bago tumagay. Monay o may kesong
tinapay ang karaniwan, na pag di na nakain
ay nililipat ng pinggan upang muling ihain,
ngunit dapat kong buksan, ilalim ng keso'y tingnan
nang tiyaking walang nilagay doong anupaman
tulad ng upos ng yosi't iba pa. Aking batid
ang galawan pagkat dating mananagay hanggang sa
mawalan ng trabaho nang lagyan ng saklob yaong
lata ng sardinas at alumahan. Ayos lamang
maging uring manggagawa pag panaho'y maganda,
ngunit sa malao't madali'y may kapanganiban
at pag walang aral, tiyak sa karukhaan sadlak.


JOB SEEKERS
A poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

After being unemployed for a long time I got
a job as a cook in a cafe where people came
for the beer, but the local law demanded
drinkers had to order something to eat before
drinking. Usually, it was a burger or a cheese
sandwich. If a sandwich came back uneaten
it was moved to another plate and served again,
but I had to open look under the cheese to be
sure no one had put something there, like
the butt of cigarette and so on.  I knew the game
having been a drinker there until I lost my job
of putting a lid on tins of sardines and mackerel.
 To be working class when time is good is Ok, but
but sooner or later there will be a downturn
and without proper education poverty beckons.

salin - Ang Lipunang Walang Uri

ANG LIPUNANG WALANG URI
tula ni Jan Oskar Hansen
salin ni Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.

Opisyal na ito ngayon, patay na ang uring manggagawa
tayong lahat ay panggitnang uri maliban sa mga
naglalampaso ng sahig ng tanggapan, lumilikha ng mga produkto
at gumagawa ng mumurahing damit, wala silang karapatan
o kinabukasan, tinatanggap natin na kung kailangan
ang malaking minorya ng kasalukuyang alipin upang magpatuloy
ang ating kahibangan bilang isang modernong bayan.
Ang minoryang ito - na kaypalad para sa atin - ay di nakikita
ang kanilang kapangyarihan pag walang nilikhang anuman o
naglinis ng lansangan at mga tanggapan, tayo'y malulunod
sa masasamang salita at nag-uumapaw na padaluyan;
babayaran natin sila ng sapat at igagalang yaong mga
nagpapanatiling buhay ng ating mga lungsod.


THE CLASSLESS SOCIETY
A poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

It is now official the working class is dead
we are all middle class except for those
who clean the office floors, make products
and make cheap clothes, they have no right
nor a future, we accept that as we need
this big minority of current slaves to keep up
our illusion we are a modern nation.
This minority -luckily for us –does not see
their power if no one produced anything or
cleaned streets and offices, we would drown
in filth and overflowing sewers; we would
pay them handsomely and respect those who
keep our cities livable.