Untitled No. 8

(tugon muli para sa makatang si Lala Mae)

Sa bawat pagsikat ng Araw
At sa bawat sinag na kanyang hatid
Ay may isang buwang nakatingin
Naghihintay; nagmamasid

Minsa'y nasobrahan sa liwanag
At si Buwa'y di na mabanaagan
Pero di nito ibig sabihin
Na si Araw ay kanya nang iniwan

Dahil napaamo na ng Araw ang Buwan
Di kailan maiisip na lumayo
Dala ni Buwa'y liwanag ng Araw
Saan man siya magtungo

Untitled No. 143

The sky was dark and gloomy
No light was to be found
The Moon that used to be so bright
Had said goodbye and gone

The Sun had wept of because of this
And the Moon had cried more so
For only if she had a choice
The Moon would never go

The Sun will rise again
Tomorrow is not too soon
If only she'd remain as bright
For her friend, the Moon