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10 Meron si Jose Radin 8:
Expertise as a Historian
Si Jose Radin ay may "Expertise as a Historian"
Sa loob at labas ng paaralan
History Quiz Bee Champion
History QB Coach ng mga ganon
Historical Poetry Champion sa Tertiary
History Major sa UP
Historical Fantasy Novel Author
Historical Treatise Translator
Historical Narrative Interpreter
Salamat sa Dios ako'y naging History Teacher.
-10/08/2025
(Dumarao)
*10 Meron si Jose Radin
Sarumino -BASHO MONKEYS RAINCOAT is unique in Renku ,the ancient collaborative form(36 stanza linked verse poems)with examples from Basho(and his disciples...)namely Winters First shower/Summer moon/Katydid/and Plum young herbs, considered to the most typical of Basho's mature style conveying his attitude to life & compiled during his 1689 'Back Roads' pilgrimage ,the translator/editor adds both a cultural commentary for each stanza therein and an index of informative notes thereto
A haikuist was Matsuo Basho
his masterwork,Kasen *you know
He practiced this long poetic sequence
a 36 stanza poem recited in length
*www.jstor.org/stable/2718744
She wanted to be an astronomer
but there was too much math involved,
math was like a foreign language
and she without a translator-
listen to me younger self,
if you can’t study the stars
write them down in poetry!
I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.
Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither back down your hole.
I'm sorry for being brash, I had to put my thoughts in check.
Thoughts lead to feelings which determine how you act next.
How you act and your actions have good and bad consequences.
Now it's your choice, be real or keep your false pretenses.
“Mom, they called my name I won.”
“Mijo, estoy tan orgullosa de ti, qué bendición.”
Her voice lifts when I tell her.
Like music in a language they don’t teach in school.
At the store, at school, at the doctor’s front desk
I become her mouth. I become her ears.
They ask her questions she can't answer.
I step in, twelve years old, speaking like a grown-up.
They see her silence,
but her voice resonates
a melody in a language unspoken.
Sometimes I wish they could hear
the wisdom she holds
in every word.
Well, this is my life.
And I’m happy.
But it’s a struggle too
being the voice for someone
who gave up hers for you.
But now
she orders at restaurants,
chats with my teachers,
says “thank you” without looking down.
She found her voice.
And I helped her build it.
Now we speak
side by side.
I know a translator named Randy,
whose skill with dialects is dandy.
But I have the advantage
of knowing sign language,
and it really is quite handy.
Our dimension
is one of constant change
realization almost immediately
gone, at the point of capture
all we know is in retrospect --
floating on a buoyancy of grace,
faith, a divine contract --
written in seasons
the journeys of stars
feelings the truth we call life:
weeps and joys of nature~
God, the knowable and unknowable,
translator and ever greater mystery….
Love is the language we speak
So we need no translator
Our emotes are spontaneous
Bliss our consciousness lubricator
Reworded, each touch is vibrant
Although rooted in emptiness
Mindful awareness divine entwined
Is at all times, one with oneness
Malda for Milda
("Malda" means "pray" in Lithuanian, according to Google translator;
Milda is a character in "Words on Fire" by Jennifer A. Nielsen)
The banking system is correct in the world and Allah has allowed deals and interest in the prevailing banking system.Riba most misunderstood word, majority believe it is haram,because majority of the scholars & alims have misinterpreted the word Riba which actually means increase.20% of profit
from all means belongs to the described categories.This is not ours to keep
and People who trust Allah don’t hesitate to give 20% of the profit and are happy to give it away.(Surah Rome 30:39)every translator is bound to
translate and has translated correctly its meanings as INCREASE..
I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways.
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways.
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving.
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm.
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm.
And lo, the air! How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns.
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!
Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)
browsing through religious scriptures
mind delights in theories proffered
but why do we seek validation
of how grace enables us
by it’s touch intimate
and caress blissful
in organic body
day and night
there’s no doubt
we’re in deep trace
conditioned by mind
so gentling thought flow
we shift into the vast void
becoming a witness to ourself
moment to moment in mindfulness
until we become one with the current
questions cease when we become the answer
requiring thereafter no translator
08-January-2023
We are made
to be free
Together
Who does not desire peace?
Who does not desire happiness?
Who does not desire life?
So obvious and yet so complicated
Love is ageless
It is always incipient
Who does not desire love?
Who does not desire warmth?
Who does not desire the desire for you?
So obvious and yet so complicated
We are made
to be afraid
Together
Who desires the forbidden?
Who desires pain?
Who desires survival?
So complicated and yet so easy
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be one of one
I put on plays with my words
Something to entertain the crowds that have heard
Stories of people who push higher
Like a group of three fighters
Each one of them spoke
But it’s the frog’s vessel that croaks
Or a story of a fox
That only knows nine tales
But the one where a child wails
Is the one that’s spoken a lot
I say things with my style
But I don’t know if it’s fire or not
I do seem to strike people
So lightning and thunder’s my thought
Cuz I write my emotions in a clap and flash
Like a sword creating its gash
One quick motion full of its own dynamics
But it’s entry doesn’t make a sound
My words never miss their mark
There’s always a place they’ll be found
Wherefrom flows our breath but from the Creator
and likewise inspirations we seem to think?
Clear truth's known if love is the mediator,
when head and heart with God's vibrations so link,
attaining wisdom that needs no translator,
in rippleless awareness that does not blink.
When fears and desires disappear, God draws near.
Who seeks enlightenment, when there's no one here?
18-October-2022
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