Please translate this poem in tagalog.

Question

some things there are that were not meant for sharing. the sea at dawn, grey gulls against grey sky, a lonely wind, the rain i should be caring;for things that might be yours and mine;the shy and gentle laughter of a child;a nest of humming birds,and in the trumpet vine where none but we shall know; pigeons abreast and telling secrets;quail walking in a line like children bound for church;all these may be spoken of safely,shared,recalled.But i,i have been stung by salt spray of the sea,i have been bound within the seagulls cry.before these things i could not have you say,"How nice",and take my hand and turn away.

Answer 1

how are things there

Answer 2

Autobiography

Like most of us, I can't remember how
I was separated from my first love.
(Did it die, did I break it, was it stolen
Or did it fly out through the open window?)
I didn't have radio-tuning parents
Who filled the house with music
Or instilled in me "a love of the cinema".
I never recalled my mother coming home
From the hairdressers' with a new hairdo
Or father teaching me fishing, or
Staying up to watch football on TV.
He did once bring a kite home but hung it
On my bedroom wall (he turned it into
A portrait, it wasn't his fault the wall
Never became more of a sky). Meanwhile
Cousins came for visits wearing braces

And chattering about comics, bicycle scars,
And camping out, ghost stories (don't tell
That one, tell the one where Daddy used
The torchlight and Mummy screamed and dropped
Her things and laughed like a hyena). We drank
Boiled water in the house, and sometimes
Waking from a nap I would wander the rooms
To find mother copying cross-stitch designs
From a book or father watching a subtitled
Chinese re-run. So I slept again, dreaming
Of playing toys away from the sunlight
That leaked in between hawk-eyed curtains
Gold-plating afternoon dust to shining pollen.
When I awoke I was twenty, being asked
If I had a happy childhood. Yes, the one
We all have: filled to the brim
With the love of absent things.