Warina Sushil A. Jukuy Oct 10, 2008 15:54:15 GMT 2
Post by thepoetslizard on Oct 10, 2008 15:54:15 GMT 2
Warina Sushil A. Jukuy is the Secretary General/Publisher/Editor of JIHAD-AL-AKBAR, a Tausug-English Monthly Magazine. She wrote this poem while attending a workshop on "GENDER RESPONSIVE GOVERNANCE AT WORK: Women Building Peace in Transformative Bangsamoro Communities" (December 2003).
Our Own Voice, March 2004
Poem in Tausug (with English translation by the poet herself)
"Maglutu Kasanyangan ha Abu sin Bunu"
Awn bahgu lawan-mata jimajatu bihaun,
Bangsa-Fatima,magpatindug sin Kasanyangan;
Bangsa-Fatima,magpatindug mga kawman;
Isukan MAMINDAHI kabtangan ha unahan
Ha babai -in ini- nahinang kawajiban.
Ha haggut-lima niya, buhangin iyulinan;
Na-ayak ha ut sin bukug-gulamay.
Du-un ha pagun sin bitis, buggat sin puun-tiyan liyutu;
Hati yaun pa mga anak ha daghal piyadu'ru'.
Ha tuktuk kilay niya, timuna' in abu sin bunu';
Duun ha bayhu, kiya-ukkil in dalil-pattah!
Ha mata niya, kiya-saminan in kamatay;
Duun ha simud, kimummi' in tangis-umaw!
Bihaun, Tubig na-a-angpud ha pilukmata niya imanud-nanugas;
Tiyandak karuwa siki, dwa lima tyabiran ha astul
Pag-kignut sin agaba, bayhu niya marbol
Namilu, nakumut ha ruhun sin bungsi agad pasu-atay!
Sumagawah, isugan niya imuyum misan siya agun tangisun,
Pangatayan lyatapan sin luha kimu-kubbut lima-lagublub,
Ah,yaun! lawan-mata sin masa limabay masi' nangjuri:
Pasal mga Gagandilan, liyulubu' in kasanyangan,
Pasal mga Gagandilan, nagpapatindug sin bunu'-malangsa
Pagsahi di-i katu' ra Fatima-isug-pipisan
in bunu' hipabarmula pa Salaam.
"Cooking Peace from the Ashes of War"
A new vision is taking place,
Foreseeing women building peace;
Envisioning women building communities;
Qualified by the word TRANSFORMATIVE:
For women, this has become imperative.
Upon her delicate hands, she cups grains of sand;
As it sifted itself through her bony phalange.
Upon her supple limbs, she bears the weight of womb;
As she suckles her babies upon her bosom.
Upon her brows, settled ashes of war;
Upon her face, carved its pictographs!
Upon her eyes, mirrored deathly scenes;
Upon her lips, quiver a silent cry!
Now fiery water flow forth from her frozen lashes;
As she stomps her feet, wrings her hands.
As she shrugs her shoulders, her marble face
Turns apoplectic; contorts from revolting fury!
Yet she braves a smile though she seems to cry,
Her heart floods with pulsing, raging tears,
As an old vision persists to tease:
Of Men destroying PEACE,
Of Men building "fishy" WARS;
For us feisty women to transform into PEACE!