To Kahlil Gibran
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Expressing oddity met orderly
followed by heavy stream,
the tinkling of wine into the rocks
its foam overflowed,
interpreted the body of night river
to pulse the breath.
The road stretches memories
hair of fir dancing
as drizzle fall broke the heart.
Twig wings of hills fog
bubbly dew dropped
he nursed it to the land of birth.
Lift paddles of the sweat of arm,
as high as the cloud herded by the wind
severed by lash of the fraction of light.
The fruit stranded toward the dawn
brown studied at boundaries of village
to ladder of paddies on valleys.
He felt the cold month
old songs planted,
settled to make nest of loyalty.