Poema: ONE ART (Arte Ida) - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

 

 Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

 

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

 

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

 

 I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

 

 —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

 

Tetun: ARTE IDA

 

Arte kona-ba lakon la susar atu bele hatene

Buat barak hare'e hanesan nakonu ho intensaun

atu lakon no sira-nia lakon ne'e laos dezastre

 

Lakon to'ok buat ruma loronloron. Simu de'it ona hakfodak

tan lakon xavi odamatan sira, oras sira be la passa ho didiak

Arte konaba lakon ne'e la susar atu hatene

 

 Nune'e pratika to'ok do'ok liutan, lakon to'ok ba ho lais liutan:

 Fatin, no naran sira, no iha fatin ne'ebe o buka duni

 atu la'o ba. Sira ne'e hotu sei la lori dezastre. 

 

Ha'u lakon ha'u nia inan nia relojiu. No hare'e mai! ha'u nia dahikus, eh

Dahikus-tuir-mai, husi uma doben tolu be laiha ona.

Arte konaba lakon ne'e la susar atu hatene. 

 

Ha'u lakon sidade rua, mesak murak de'it. No, boot liu,

mundu balun be ha'u mak nain, mota rua, kontinente ida.

Ha'u hanoin tebes sira, maibe ne'e laos dezastre ida. 

 

— Bele lakon tiha o (koalia halimar, jestu ida ha'u gosta liu) 

Ha'u sei labele atu bosok. Ha'u koalia loos de'it

arte konaba lakon ne'e la susar atu hatene

maski ne'e bele hare'e ba atu hanesan (hakerek ba!) fali ho dezastre.

 

 

One Art, Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911–October 6, 1979)

 

Poema ne’e hakerek husi Bishop wainhira nia sente laran-susar hafoin fahe malu ho ninia parseiru, Alice Methfessel. Poema ne’e konsidera hanesan poema  ne’ebe halo laran dodok tebes konaba domin no mesamesak no oinsá ita ema nia tauk hasoru lakon ida. Poema ne’e orjinalmente publika iha  jornal The New Yorker iha Abril  loron 24 tinan 1976, tinan ruanulu depois Bishop  manan Premiu Pulitzer no tinan neen hafoin nia manan National Book Award.