"Pagsakay sa Tren"Daíng giróng an istasyón.Alágad an nagkakápirang mga daghánigwáng pag-alángan, tibáad,huli sa mga bábayáano mga aabtan. Asín mamansayan an nagbábaklay pang bulansa ibábaw kan mga kabukídan,mga niyugán, o madidiklómpang mga badáng na tibáad mandaí na liwát magudák o matanumán,minsán sa likód kan panátangmabalik liwát. Minákusogan mga buót huli ta malulúyapa an dagubdób kan paabúton na trenasín man an hinghíng pang pagsilbáto.Harayô pa, harayô pa.Alágad igwáng tikbá, o pùngáwsa huring kugos o huring hadóksa namúmùtan. Alágad,pag sinasarà na kan kakahúyanan tingráw kan trenna minápasilyab sa mga kabógna nagrúrulupádan, mináiktinan mga bitís, dagos kapótsa mga daradára, patí namansa daghán na uróg pang panô nin bagáhi—agóm, akì, tugang, katúod, girumdómasín an sadíring haróng.Asín sa pag-abót kan tren,pagdangádang sa andén,mináiba an kulór kan kublít,nagígin siring iní sa buláwan—mináliwánag an lawogsiring sa nakapintáng kaugmáhan.Tibáad nakahilíng sa padúdumananna sa paghunà harayúon na marháy.Asín an pag-akò mináabot.Susundan nin sinublían na kurugusáno luhang ngunyán saná maturò.Paáram. Sa liwát. Asín an makinama-áyon sa nakákabungog niyáng silbáto.(English)"Before Boarding the Train"The train station is quiet.But there are some hunchesof hesitation, perhapsbecause of those they will leave behindor where they will arrive.And they will watch the moon still waxingover the mountains,coconut groves, or the still darkplains which perhapswill not be cultivated or tilled again,despite the promiseof homecoming. They gain resolvefor the rumbling of the coming train is still faintand its whistling a whisper.It is still far, far still.But there is fear, or achefor the last embrace or kissof the beloved. Butonce the trees filterthe sheen of the trainwhich sparks the fruit batsto flutter, the feet stirand they hold onto their luggage, and alsotheir breasts which are moreladen with weight—spouse, child,sibling, friend, memoriesand one’s own home.And when the train comes,as it nears the platform,the skin changes,it becomes like gold—the visage sparkleslike a painted joy.Perhaps looking at the directionone assumes is so distant.And then the acquiescence.Next will be the borrowed embracesor tears that will only fall now.Goodbye. Till next time. And the enginemerges with its deafening whistle.Pagsakay sa Tren (Before Boarding the Train) is a poem in the Bikol language from V.D.T. Nierva's first book 'Antisipasyon'. The piece is read by the author.