By Luis G. Dato

Sing me a song of sorrow,
Such as the lone bird knows,
When night sits over the waters,
And withered is the rose.

Morning is red in the mountains,
Hours fly on golden wings,
Song is asleep on the branches,
Stirring, but no bird sings.

Where is the lost one singing,
The lone one chilled with rain,
Ever in lulls of the tempest
Unweary singing again?

Life is a song in the twilight,
Heart, will not morning wane?
Sing me a song of sorrow,
Send me a shaft of pain.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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