Wira Iguvineru / Iguvine Hero

Poesia na Kristang kung English, ja skribeh na Poesiaeuropa 2023

Marzia, jovia kung serfia;
undi kwatandu sa sabia?
Ja skundeh, pra gadrah eli bong-bong. Nggeh desah
jenti-jenti exallos sabeh undi nus ta panyah saiki sa kumiria
saudi. Mundu rentu sa meza sa beberaza di berdadi.

A warlord’s style of presenting requires me
to let go of things, a little bit,
and go a-wandering, like my predecessors would have it:
the Puck needs his midges and cobwebs
a-flying around his edges and across his brown skin, delicately
spinning a yarn that maybe, actually, will finally attract a listen

from the right kind of people, who are also still hidden
and occluded, within power structures and hierarchies that repeat, unbidden
around the bloody, mutilated edges of the universe. Streams and rivers
that are washed in someone else’s blood, and knowledge, and perverse
sound-forms, lectures, academies, readerships that invert
the sense of who we are.

Nus sa dizaboh di Mundansa Fogosa: jenti-jenti umbrianu
ja durah tudu di akeli mundansa sa pekadu mal kung Nephilim mutu tantu danadu;
olotu pun ta andah na isti chang, kung dador di isti lagu sa bodru
pun ta sperah ngua pamiang di rentu, kora ngua wira
logu kuniseh kung tudu keng-keng olotu ja brigah ati kereh fikah.
Logu kuniseh ki tudu ta andah naki
pun teng olotu onsong sa via hierosa.

Around here, it’s not really about what you fear
mas di ki inda ta bibeh kung kriseh—
tudu kung forsa.