To Rabindranath Tagore
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
I paid to the ballad of your dedication
its rhythm hypnotized the age.
The birds you gave liberty
to have nest on the top of towering bamboo.
Rustle of the night lures lovers
as a pulse of glory’s air of lap.
You have thousand stupa of the temple of lively life,
hills and also the foot of story stream.
The children disengaged the hug of shawl
the mother watches at the curve of gust.
Bamboo cutter cleared up ankles,
he put candlelight on the basin.
Bamboo’s tubing showered by longing of lighting,
stared by the full moon of village.
The kids sang some songs,
the eternality of night to the bedside.