Je was op zoek naar: father forgive them for they not what they do (Engels - Tagalog)

what they do
tinanyag

never cared for what they do
hindi alintana ang kanilang sinabi

what they do at home
what they do at home

they do not want to lose what they have suffered
kahit kapalit ang buhay nila basta alam nilang na tama at may pinaglalaban sila upang makuha yung karapatan na kinuha sakanila

this is not what they grew up with
pinapalawak

do not do to others what they do not want to do to you
nag aapply po ko as a factory worker in taiwan

and the things are not what they seem
thing always aren't what they seem

believe what people do and not what they say
madaling maniwala sa sinasabi ng iba

for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem.
ang buhay ay isang walang laman na panaginip lamang

mean that people show what they really think and feel by what they do, rather than by what they say
ibig sabihin ay ipinapakita ng mga tao kung ano talaga ang kanilang iniisip at nararamdaman sa pamamagitan ng kanilang ginagawa, sa halip na sa kung ano ang kanilang sinasabi

the source of their water is what they call busasa, they do not accumulate water because they take direct from source
meron silang drum sa likod ng bahay nila, ginagamit yun pang ipon ng tubig tuwing umuulan at yung tubig na naipon nila ginagamit nila yun pag walang tubig galing sa kanilang source

and on the second day we still observe everything they do and what they command we follow it as tools and so on and we are also carwash cars.
third day hanggang 5th day maaga kaming pumapasok naabutan pa naming sarado ang aming pianpasukan at kapag bukas na ito kami ay magpapalit at maglilinis ng shop nagwawalis at magaayos ng mga tools at kami na din minsan gumagawa sa ibang gawain nila tulad ng pagpapalit ng gulong at change oil at minsan ay naghehelper sa mekaniko

tell me not in mournful numbers life is but an empty dream! for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. life is real! life is earnest! and the grave is not its goal; “dust thou art, to dust returneth,” was not spoken of the soul. not enjoyment, and not sorrow, is our destined end or way; but to act that each tomorrow find us farther than today. art is long, and time is fleeting, and our hearts, though stout and brave, still, like muffled drums, are beating funeral marches to the grave. in the world’s broad field of battle, in the bivouac of life, be not like a dumb, driven cattle! be a hero in the strife! trust no future, how’er pleasant! let the dead past bury its dead!
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