To W.S. Renda
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Greeting came into the valleys blend in the fog of switch over
led by path of old hill picking the wind of light.
Birds chirp tells about blue nest, the dew caromed
to keep the promises fell onto the hall marble floors which absorbs.
Boy’s sweat sings the song about missing to the home page
and grasses greeted to the morning and wetted the sheets of heart.
In drizzle falls getting heavy, beat of eagle across the firmament
mighty wings as voice of the reaching story of this country
: People in crowded to the gates of the city swallowed up by the color.
Stare at it when in doubt, it would be shown sweet love
tears of quiet soul receives lakes of ballads,
and hurricane leaves land parts to be fertile.