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I touch God in my song Let my love, like sunlight, surround you Emancipation from the bondage of the soil Rabindranath
Tagore
as
the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfalls
The butterflies
counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
and yet give you illumined freedom
Love remains a secret
even when spoke
for only a lover truly know that he is loved.
is no freedom for the tree
In live I pay my endless debt
to thee
for what
thou art.
DALAM DIRIKU
hatiku selembar daun melayang jatuh di rumput;
nanti dulu, biarkan
aku sejenak terbaring di sini;
ada yang masih ingin kupandang, yang selama ini senantiasa luput;
sesaat adalah abadi sebelum kausapu tamanmu setiap
pagi
(Sapardi
Djoko Damono, 1983)
I seem to have loved you... I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless
times, Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, You and I have floated here on the stream that brings
from the fount Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end
in you, Rabindranath Tagore
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
That
you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Its
ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light
of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We heve played alongside millions of lovers, shared in
the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew
forever:
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories
of all loves merging with this one of ours -
And the songs of every poet both past and forever.
on my way back home put your eyes in my empty face you'll see that black is emptiness. put your heart in my eyes, you'll discover that black speaks a thousand words in between for my face is not as warm my flesh is not as red and my smile is not as friendly yet my heart stays the same candlelight I see not the beauty of my room with this candle I read not my books with this candle All I see is my shadow upon myself (three poems
from Through The Heart of Eyes, Denon B. Klinsky painting book. A very talented artist and architect)
WAJAH MU Merah hitamnya godaan
dunia memutarbalikan aku Aku ada di muara kebimbangan Tapi tak mampu lagi
aku menggerakan kakiku Sampai tubuhku menyentuh
dasar Lumpur
Tanpa terasa hatiku terseret ke dua alam semesta
Yang satu akan menghancurkan ku
Dan yang
lain akan menelantarkanku
Yang
dilimpahi ratusan sungai ketidakberdayaan.
Ketika
kucoba untuk merenangi keputusasaanku
Aku tenggelam
Dan hanya punya sedikit waktu untuk ucapkan perpisahan
Dalam kegelapan yang hanya berujung hitam
Aku memeluki
sebuah harapan untuk kembali menyentuh terangnya hari
Dimana aku masih dapat mendaki dan tersenyum, secara bersamaan
Hanya harapanku yang mengembara
Menembus batas angan dan imajinasi
Naik terus, menembus air
pekat yang mengikatku
Terus menyeret hati dan sukmaku untuk terus mencari cahaya sejati
Yang kental dan menyerap kesadaranku.
Saat jiwaku menyerah, asaku terus berjuang
Membiarkan kehilangan nafas hanya menjadi ujian yang ringan
Aku tidak lagi berusaha mencari
Seluruh cahaya yang kuinginkan datang padaku
Mengendap di bawah
sadarku
Bintik-bintik sinar itu memenuhi kepalaku
Seluruh cahaya yang kuinginkan datang padaku
Menerangi hari-hariku
dengan bayangannya
Yang semakin mirip wajah Mu
IF If you can keep your head when all about you If
you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If
you can make one heap of all your winnings If
you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Are losing theirs and
blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If
you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to
hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with
Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted
by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with
worn-out tools:
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again
at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve
your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them:
"Hold on!"
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving
friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty
seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man,
my son!
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