Je was op zoek naar: left for dead (Engels - Tagalog)

left for manila
umalis sa manila

there no left for me
no items left

nothing left for me to do
walang naiwan para sa akin

i have nothing left for mysel
pag nag mahal ako wala ako tinira para sa sarili ko

i still have money left for you
madam kailangan ko ang pera ko na hindi mopa na ibigay sakin

the bottle will have moss if it is left for a month
mabubulok ang balat ng papaya kng ito ay ilalagay sa plastik na lalagyan ng isang linggo

i admit if im not your boyfriend you've left for a long time
aaminin ko kung hindi mo boyfriend

three years ago when i left for an emergency heart bypass operation, i hoped and prayed that the rights and freedoms of our people would soon be restored, that living conditions would improve and that blood letting would stop.
tatlong taon na ang nakalilipas nang umalis ako para sa isang emergency heart bypass operation, umaasa ako at nanalangin na ang mga karapatan at kalayaan ng ating mga tao ay malapit nang maibalik, na ang mga kondisyon ng pamumuhay ay mapabuti at ang pagpapaalam sa dugo ay hihinto.

not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?
ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin