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.