To Suryanto Sastroatmodjo
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Breaths of wave
carves coral rock,
thunderous of foam witnesses the sun.
As far as the waves to the shore,
fell onto the ankle of the hermit.
Wing stretching in space
the blink of stars swept by drizzle.
The heart of waves pumps the clouds,
enfolded by bright nights.
The voices from the sea, perturbs
long sleep of the salt grains.
Campfire entertaining as much as the rush of charcoal
visited the boundary of hinterland (the depth).
Hunted for the parade of dawn,
clicking sound for longing of arch of the beach.
As far as dancing in the heart of the ocean,
rumble of meditation echoes in the sky.