Atin Cu Pung Singsing
(English version)
I once had a ring
With a beautiful gem
I inherited this
From my mother
I stored it as well as I could
In a hopebox
But it just suddenly disappeared
Without my notice.
The heartaches inside me
Is as high as the sky
My crossed hands (as I pray)
Are upon the table
Whoever would find
That inherited ring
My poor heart (that's aching)
Shall forever worship him/her.