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halika dito translated by j
halika dto

halika dito
come here

halika dito.
get over here.

halika dito e
come here with your daughter

halika dito, anak.
come here, baby.

hindi patas -translated by j
unfair

halika dito sakalin kita
halika dito sakalin kita

halika dito samahan mo ako
wandering everywhere

halika dito sa kwarto namin.
come here at our room

tagalog sa ilocano isalin halika dito
tagalog to ilocano translate halika dito

halika dito paparamdam ko sayo na mali bintajg mo sakin .
butom

burton raffel's translation from the original old eng is the most celebrated and most read by students and general readers alike the battle with grendel from beowulf translated by burton raffel epic 4 out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing god's hatred, grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on this trip to high herot. he moved quickly through the cloudy night, up from his swampland, sliding silently toward that gold-shining hall. he had visited hrothgar's home before, knew the way- but never, before nor after that night, found herot defended so firmly, his reception so harsh. he journeyed, forever joyless, straight to the door, then snapped it open, tore its iron fasteners with a touch 405 and rushed angrily over the threshold. he strode quickly across the inlaid floor, snarling and fierce: his eyes gleamed in the darkness, burned with a gruesome light. then he stopped, seeing the hall 40 crowded with sleeping warriors, stuffed with rows of young soldiers resting together. and his heart laughed, he relished the sight, intended to tear the life from those bodies by morning; the monster's mind was hot
burton raffel's translation from the original old eng is the most celebrated and most read by students and general readers alike the battle with grendel from beowulf translated by burton raffel epic 4 out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing god's hatred, grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on this trip to high herot. he moved quickly through the cloudy night, up from his swampland, sliding silently toward that gold-shining hall. he had visited hrothgar's home before, knew the way- but never, before nor after that night, found herot defended so firmly, his reception so harsh. he journeyed, forever joyless, straight to the door, then snapped it open, tore its iron fasteners with a touch 405 and rushed angrily over the threshold. he strode quickly across the inlaid floor, snarling and fierce: his eyes gleamed in the darkness, burned with a gruesome light. then he stopped, seeing the hall 40 crowded with sleeping warriors, stuffed with rows of young soldiers resting together. and his heart laughed, he relished the sight, intended to tear the life from those bodies by morning; the monster's mind was hot