PUstaka puJAngga

Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

Before this writing is deeper, be willing to accost you at first;
is the dream slowly getting lost, by the sunbeam teaches the soul,
don’t know still there, the soft nights are guarded by the rhythm of essence’s feeling (X: I).

The one who comes late shouldn’t justify the early before him
with the blind certainty, remembers on the flowers is falling off before get blossom,
unconditionally logical reasoning comes out too early, the stalks waits for the leafy of its wings (X: II).

The wind that not big enough makes a fool of cloud expels the mist of mountain
a glaring of dawn crushes to bits the shallow tembang, doubting collected as a handful
more than the leafy of trees at inline hill, when the rain get more heavy
shower the tamarind fruits, falls off and flopped to the across place (X: III).

How can the hesitations in the jungle, while it break trough the coarse grass?
The stiffly branch will be broken, the one who keeps move front will find the unmeasured meaning
for the loyal one won’t be disappointed, be fulfilled on what he needs (X: IV).

Be in any direction is swayed by the air splits the ocean sinks the nervous,
It rides on the ship of conviction lightly move forth, aims to the summits of time (X: V).

If the wings are piled weights on the flapping, pull its feathers out,
perhaps your ragged, be able to pound on the abstract’s ability (X: VI).

Had this friction started yet, feels like the snow become more attractive of its heat
when the flesh of fingers be fist fully very tight in the hand of conviction (X: VII).

Remembers the fish Bethik has delicious meat
caused of its life against the current all over the time (X: VIII).

That is the feeling of likes the rebelled children,
the law doesn’t always same for the wanderer (X: IX).

He said; the shape of my ink is the death blood, and every striping of word
my age is lessen, similar like the uprooted of soul in the sacred war field (X: X).

Is there any uselessness even though in the room is not fulfilled yet?
He said; this is the beauty, the height of art for you (X: XI).

The warrior’s consciousness follows the cloud- cumulus of guerilla,
the river flowing retraces the curving of its whole body to find the meaning,
jumps out up and down met the root of tree from the pole’s inner heart of power (X: XII).

The managed one is different, met the wisdom from the coquettishness of working
get eyes to eyes pleasures the prejudice, on the guessing of eternal science (X: XIII).

The magnum opus of poem won’t finish at the lines of its forehead
by its young age, when wear the head tier of poet (X: XIV).

The spirit similar like the shadow is wafting weights the aware,
even goes far away won’t be able to forget the whole thing,
resembling like the sign to meet to be done of its command (X: XV).

This are the heart’s singing climbs up to the thousand hills
it won’t finish even though millions foot are crawling on the back of night (X: XVI).

When sprucing up on the lake, its face is as pretty as the angel with the wings of swan,
its flapping caresses the morning, the blue polishing at the neck of long cloud (X: XVII).

You bother its ego by gives trembled option
at clean and clear mirror reflects the light of in beating heart (X: XVIII).

The cloud is not as friend of the wanderer anymore when stepping on the stairs of sky
aims to the limit of power for your attending onto the stage of creating (X: XIX).

It plays the melody of silent, the harp echoes to the billing of the blue ocean,
attacks and destroys the rock with hole, want to rules over the stillness of night (X: XX).

The one who sits down at the night’s musings comes to it, it does
float the mist of love and lave, your treading is as wise as the breath of alphabet’s impulse
aims to the star in the space of time, makes the deserter of lied down drizzle (X:XXI).

Your flight is the wine’s steam moves stealthily from the hiding place,
those drunk stretches the incalculable street guards the ocean
also your fishes are the intact kindness in front of the time (X: XXII).

Remember dear, the beauty century are stabbing,
in the all age is so many times fell down is the freshmen of imprisoned self (X: XXIII).

The tonic’s compounding with specter on the yearning of history, as far as the dancing of your sash
embraces the east- west flies the steam with the wings of raised slightly night (X: XXIV)

; the sheets of paper ashes inundate the black ocean, the flower of sand is fell down
and the rock perpetuates the hurricane, you vomit the lava of tear at there (X: XXV).

Never take your love to the others; it creates the spider’s net,
which visited by the air delivers the self to be snared in the strings of its road (X: XXVI).

It is uselessly to fall headlong before equal with the words, are there grasses stretching
which so beautiful to look? Because jealous, is seen doesn’t real anymore (X: XXVII).

It invites the night’s guard to collect the air of morning, when your soul
without shadow join with the storm, be hated before found the deepest (X: XXVIII).

Kiss the flower of legend on the nervous of your love; disentangle the flaring up of doubt
trough takes the consciousness street of sacred war, only for the attending of time (X: XXIX).

Visit the little fellow, learns the values of life,
the insanity of making work, also the fate had been chasing by the closed of age (X: XXX).

It promises for science supports your hoping to bet,
resembling like the cock in the arena is its destiny (X: XXXI).

The knight’s blood circulation caress with no shy helps you to struggle
your conviction, together with it come and breathes the aroma of freedom (X: XXXII).

The nights are not support anymore; the pain does not create the power,
Therefore chisels the time’s nugget muses about the old lake,
it comes back from the rotation watches the seriousness (X: XXXIII).

You can’t be calm down without the cage of sky, it is the embracing of snowy wind,
the east- west has the lantern, had locked in the light’s musing of wanderer (X: XXXIV).

Search the equal of light, when is swallowed by the mist of valley,
be faded together with you but the shadow still sticky (X: XXXV).

The passion is collected in the deepest soul to give the distant on relieve,
it is the flame of firing in the nights of renewal (X: XXXVI).

It is thirsty in every remains the bitter of twilight, the sorrowful is took to run,
a glass of drinking from the rose’s pressing had picked up at the street of wanderer (X: XXXVII).

In here the true passion is seethed, sinks the soul in the muddy of universe,
the boat’s founder had decided by God, the legacies from rebel challenges (X: XXXVIII).

Shriek since from the ungues distant, the romantic love creates the flare,
the world of boys is screamed dazzles the woods which have the knight’s charcoal (X: XXXIX).

Yet perfect the smiling, while the others had satiated on tired,
not enough in sometimes be kind to your mien wisely, it answered (X: XL).

Properly won’t be blamed to pour the black wine of stupidity,
paints the tinkling glass of smiling onto the corners of midnight’s party
and the angel’s swaying arrests the eyes passionate the soul (X: XLI).

It will be sonly told, it is screaming when the earth is not passionate anymore
similar like the firmness of monument be in loyal erectly to the changing of seasons
releases the spirit of the most secret vocabulary (X: XLII).

Most of them said are just as the pacifying for the egoism of sick,
while his sweetheart ever blame on him (X: XLIII).

The thunderous of surge’s sound is thundering in the heart of continuously yearning,
the remained of soul are submitted to the time of immortality (X: XLIV).

The freezing room’s walls are dark growth by the stuffy mushroom,
there is no move (quickly) across of the shadow, all of them unite the feeling (X: XLV).

When the breath of crying is gagged by the gasps, the heart is beat
the secret is nursed by the flame of density, this is the accusation in the royal bed (X: XLVI).

The mist of mysteriousness embroiders the height thicken the ears
and the sensitivity become dead ended by, the stones of uncertain time (X: XLVII).

The angels moving that as fast as the sword swinging rumble the soul
together with the body is powerless by the running out on seducing (X: XLVIII).

The one who visits with the burden will get the body is weighting
on the ruins of misty is collected in the meeting (X: XLIX).

At the time has no time, the thunderous of surge pounds on the cape of your seashore,
the throat be hoarse, the life doesn’t enough with just makes long the imagination (X: L).

By the happiness, the danger forgets to paralyze the waiter,
the signs is keep questioned in the isolated loneliness (X: LI).

Force the remembrance to the flower of flying butterflies accompanied by the air
erases the weary feeling since from the room without hole (X: LII).

Picking up the quiet’s sheaths of the deepest roots,
there is no other life except the breath is adequate only for him (X: LIII).

The self is without thirsty and hungry; the whines of buzzing in the ear are wrapped by the skin (X: LIV).

Become more tousled of the hollow eyes, the sound become hoarse by the flapping (X: LV).

Try to the dark can be read, but what is your power you vomit
when the devout flute’s rhythm shows the soul’s flaring up to hear (X: LVI)

; observes carefully to the understanding receives the policy, and
the bat breaks trough more than the darkness of night (X: LVII).

Don’t swallow it before the ant comes out from the fruit, there is distinctly differences on his self;
he does fasting for the sacrifice, while you are not enjoy to chew (X: LVIII).

The rejection is constipated of heart feeling, a cup of poison by the princess
for her sweetheart, those murdering glorifies the forever love (X: LIX).

The all king hunts the noble grade; the steps retrace the foot’s looking,
on the tired shoulder the eyes become weighted, at the turn finds the wisdom (X: LX).

Boxing match is scattered- make tapping sound, the sweat gushes the others evaporate,
finish the history without the tombstone, goes away together with your poison movement (X: LXI).

The pebbles are threw away cracked, for the witness of final torture of relieve,
the realized one be patient, will know passes by the stone’s road is the way to get home (X: LXII).

Actively movement of black ink softly infiltrates into far away nerves,
will be immediately meet the sunless of past time that near to you (X: LXIII).

An impulse of poison is really drunk, the body stretches out in the incessantly circle,
carried by her arm to the top of mist, at out side heard the water tinkling of very large dish water,
wild whispering become so wild touches around, finds the slots to come out (X: LXIV).

The one who decides the stillness is the soul in the settlement,
bites a slice of branch in the tone of syahadat veins (X: LXV).

Pulled by her the rhyme of nervous to the old scratching, when see each other
remember the wound caused of had ever fall long time ago (X: LXVI).

To the billing of emptiness, the soul is rotate to get free,
the breaths assaults aim to the hard hunting (X: LXVII).

In every of forgetfulness there is culminated anger,
pounds on the wall to drops the wall of sky (X: LXVIII).

The cumulus is flying over aims to the rotation of arrived until
its fastness aim to the point of aware, as the sound will be forever (X: LXIX).

The death left the pain, the fragrant of blossoming flower blooms in the air,
first body to the others body, the stars are glaring decorates the sky (X: LXX).

The life receives the swearword in the middle of nearness, the love hand of beach air
comes to the grains of sand waves onto the rock to bury the story (X: LXXI).

It is the time to write the beautifulness, it puts the yearning in the top of pen,
poured out the black ink since from the whole wishes that felt (X: LXXII).

The testimony of flower’s bodies on the stones of temple’s wall,
is loyal to sends the greeting seduces onto the reincarnation of value serves (X: LXXIII).

The odor sentence scatters the holy words, on confusion of soul that is whiter,
composes the breaths of sky recites the prosperity (X: LXXIV).

Equal with be hugged warmly by the legend’s embracing is visited by the spirit,
don’t you feel, that the point of its pulsed fulfills the goblet of your mysteriousness,
expends the wind of yearning which is overflowed by the whole mist (X: LXXV).

Obviously the thread had good intention be loyal to even though hesitates to find the summit,
while the one who in passing is nervous, on the gravity of creating that follows the time (X: LXXVI).

This is the lightning of heart strikes the shelter of inner heart, the seethed of wavelength
slaps the cave’s doors at the space walls of noble soul (X: LXXVII).

Muse about the roaring sound joking of times togetherness, sits down beside it
and swings your feet then let the arm with shawl touches the body (7X: LXXVIII).

The worship- praise is running grandeur, its grace reminds to the noble devotion,
as proper as the temple’s stone is decorated by relief, fulfills each other of the space- time (X: LXXIX).

Come with carries centuries yearning to the every times are met,
are you still imprisoned even tough by the rhyme of life? (X: LXXX).

Remembers on past times had so many way like rain, throb of drizzle falling
is heard the crying be poured out, from lightning striking attends the story (X: LXXXI).

The chiseler prisons the souls; the jail feels really good really for a while,
its occupant are not useless, you wait its liquid body
when the sun is shy to peep at the world (X: LXXXIII).

Understand about the lively stones, the mountains are missing to meet the mist,
when the coarse grasses are showered by the singing of simplicity of the rain (X: LXXXIII).

The chance for wanderer to visit the wet disentangles the joy’s water dropping,
the waiting visits into each room creates the silent (X: LXXXIV).

If flowing is heavy wafting is lightly, the drizzle is sobbed through the top
hair of your casuarinas, while the grasses are nursed by the dew of your morning (X: LXXXV).

The broken one because of the dry air blowing stretches so weakly,
walks to breathe the rice plant’s smell matures the passion (X: LXXXVI).

The drizzle’s caress mesmerizes the prepared smile of your heart,
raises seedling the shape of color be loyal onto the nature of change (X: LXXXVII).

It made this enough and tomorrow will be continued again by doesn’t always
the beauties is explained also you want to know all (X: LXXXVIII).

Makes the flaring of the love and lave,
licks at the torch of immortality in the empire of eternality (X: LXXXIX).

When the cloud has wished to determine the meeting, the space of time
become reality, while the blanketed desire will be understood by the aware (X: XC).

The free souls are dancing in the height’s wrapping of the blue of light
as mature as the night that is represented by climbing up smoke of incense fragrances the flying prayers,
the flapping of its soft wing takes the devotion to struggle the everlasting peace (X: XCI).

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