PUstaka puJAngga

For Wislawa Szymborska

Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

What doubts have you buried?
Until the world amazed
to your occult smiles.

I know you as far as twilight
but the wrinkles on the face
unseemly disappointed.

What sunglasses with
you saw the sky
Wislawa?

So many years
I reflecting your doubts
what I got is always illusion.

Oh, where can we meet?
In what country can we meet?
Is it in Poland?

Would you describe your doubts to me,
so I could swallow it
fully indeed.

And how much deeper,
should I dig the cemetery of time?

Give your speech Szymborska
in my dreams.

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