PUstaka puJAngga

Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

Once set up of fire will splash the forever flame,
be furious to flare up the straw’s courage, be exploded gives the nervous (IX: I).

The point of aware glows the light, unusually movement become flexible,
its fiber penetrated by you, be silent without jumping, the roaring isn’t spreader out any more (IX: II).

The sadness bitters of in waving ocean, it rides the ship
to visit you; retraces the calendar of age (IX: III).

The small lantern had enough won’t burn the whole,
while the spirit is usefully, the breadth of hand’s body is no more than glass (IX: IV).

Studies on the baby’s crying in the middle of night, commemorates the grade of heart
in order that won’t be left to feel, the newest- throb- pound- dawn (IX: V).

It had enough for the past century leaves,
now the crown prince is handing the stir up of the history (IX: VI).

The ark of cruiser’s instinct wades the ocean’s plot of world,
the spirit of explanation is not partitioned by the space- time, as far as the willing of the world goes up to the sky
heard the thunderous of nature composing together with the consciousness of creating (IX: VII).

Don’t be hatched before the time is come, eggs do not bear the live one,
just the daydreaming is intently flies, until to the limits of memory (IX: VIII).

Its flapping are damage against the cross way of air blown direction, the energy of collapse in the circle of difficulty,
trick the softness of air by it, will be tired to float returns the power, therefore
you have the wings of magnet, pulls the energy from the unknown distant (IX: IX).

Not the wholes of secret are recovered,
sometimes overloaded in the level of abstract, without title in the stuffy room (IX: X).

Spreads around the seeds to fasten the speed of light breaks trough the dimension space,
alike the larva be in the cocoon perfects the wing’s feather of butterfly (IX: XI).

Its wing’s closed decorates the flower’s garden by the result of well manner (IX: XII).

The dawn creates the temple Prambanan, where the bats were aim to the nest of Magoa,
and the children receive the morning space passes over the sun’s way (IX: XIII).

The coolness of curving tops leafs, drops the clearness of dew
by the alliance of mist, be flexible reflects the grass’s light of gate’s keeper (IX: XIV).

The one who gets the benefit is alike reflection’s light of pearl, the others are shy stupefied
is came from the snoring sleep, you crawls alike the ant aim to the bit of well (IX: XV).

The colors of leafs are bathed on the light, and the mist are opened,
the girls with the earthenware are taking home the water from the Sendang Duwur, the sound of water splashing
attend the freshmen of men, which is token their swear words to become the kings on earth (IX: XVI).

At least you understand the poet’s swishing together with your breath,
you are too far follows his step of yielding, the movements of intention creates another fate,
similar like the useful of wandering had influenced by the nearness of taught soul (IX: XVII).

The impossibility is lifted up by worship more than the speed of air
slides to the sky’s level by rides on the sincerity (IX: XVIII).

They are clumsy to visit the shape; it is not the statue or the creator of it,
the freshmen reads the holy sentence of God, the seriousness of ocean’s water incarnate become the salt’s grains
for the antidote of humanity’s stomach, pain- mortified to be colonized by un justice (IX: XIX).

This beyond the level mist of myth, who were scraped by tired swallows the street of night,
it is really conviction sucks honey at the mysterious world of nobleness of atmosphere (IX: XX).

It receives the pain and also deeply enjoyable as long as doesn’t lessen the devoutness, the seriousness of your life to serve with supplied on the worship of sincerity (IX: XXI).

The dropping of knowledge purifies the eyes of inner heart, a thousand of freshmen
at the time’s wrapper arises the thinking, the morning’s map of wanderer to submit the flower,
the sentence of wisdom is philosophy, that is the eternal water source of useful poet (IX: XXII).

The curving of flattery sways away, fragrances the altar of your inner heart, passes over
the movement of light, be reflected by the dew as mirror of vocabulary (IX: XXIII).

Goes from anything aims to the creator of everything, at least knows the benefit of met,
the inner grandeur adds the vision from the rolling of science of the century’s procession (IX: XXIV).

Really be happy for the river stone’s chiseler, the teak’s engraver, also
the lever of relief on the cave’s wall, the lover’s poem as soft as the spirit of keeper (IX: XXV).

The torch is lighted up, the opener gong is stroked, the sign for starting the party,
the birds are grouped, the cane of era pounds on the floor of hall (IX: XXVI).

No jealous when the face of stranger accosts friendly, be cheerfully
receives like whatever it is the condition, starts to be raised up since from the beginning (IX: XXVII).

Are there any spirit renewed? Did the spirit created at the same times?
Did not the beginning of the spirit were pure, and it will always be holy forever?
And then can the human do more than their destiny? (IX: XXVIII).

Resembling like poured out by the water of kendi that is splatter by the fingers of the messengers,
doesn’t the human quickly feel satiated and also inclination to feel so quickly thirsty at the same time?
only the loyal ones are gave everything from the firmness (IX: XXIX).

Deliberately throws the dice to find the equal of time creates your counting,
although won’t get anything unless the continuously rhyme, its ballad is same melodious with self understanding,
it had enough creates the question, without must visit you (IX: XXX).

Keeps walking to meet the own happiness,
because they don’t want you to entertain them anymore (IX: XXXI).

You are purposed by the balanced ocean, which its curvature embraces the earth,
recites the joke- rushing sound of the in chasing ‘s surge, sometimes small and sometimes bigger,
in the same manner as the passion of alive in the life (IX: XXXII).

Feels its silent inside of you caused of the personality doesn’t stabilized,
therefore it is impossible to break the stone’s scratching on the fontanel of time’s history (IX: XXXIII).

Gives the axe to dig up the brain that is as hard as the stones (IX: XXXIV).

The sandy gravel, is mixed by the glue at the steel, is created the concrete
shades when the rain is falling down and the swelter of the noon become inflamed, taking the result of maze
for the love’s exchange in the market, at the slope of civilization (IX: XXXV).

Don’t be a magician, because the people are be happy for a while,
be entertained by the emptiness or sick without any reason. Be seller of tonic
whom makes the tongue tasted bitter, but the body gets health (IX: XXXVI).

Receives the drizzle falling with fully mean of your heart, and be resolute to be poured by the heavy ones
when getting the poet’s advice, while listening to the plucking of chord
which its rang is fell on the lake, your starring will be lulled by (IX: XXXVII).

What is the value for the built of the traffic flies over equal?
The iron steel doesn’t be rustiness, by the concrete of announcement (IX: XXXVIII).

Don’t admire the change when stepping on the stairs of hope,
when it doesn’t exist, does it go along with? Sometimes I ask the question in the silent;
which one are the long of time between firm’s traffic bridge at the cage of sky,
with the words are developed, when meet the sweetheart (IX: XXXIX).

The nightmare induces to run, and lost the power to wake up, how pretty is
learns the switching off of the flame on the frozen candle’s body, melts the darkness (IX: XL).

Switched on by the matches, the hand’s sign symbolizes the way home, are the one who
watches the shadow is trembled, and the culminated anxious scatters betrayal ghost
for the one whom not be patient to uncover, the world’s understanding is just twilight’s curvature as limits (IX: XLI).

To the darkness of night the screaming is coming, oils your body
with fragrance devoutness, burns the yellow sandalwood in the room of meditation (IX: XLII).

Don’t forget to erect the backbone opens the windows
in order to the air lets you listen to the melodious poem (IX: XLIII).

The land of valley, green grass field stretches your soul,
together with you its face is shiny alike the ocean of light that follows the time (IX: XLIV).

The expelled one with suffers constantly won’t let go the nobleness,
therefore the law of justice always follows him (IX: XLV).

When the ruler is burning the main theory, the loyal pupils are humming
on the moved crowd of cloud, the color of its idea rules over the world of mind (IX: XLVI).

The reaching of respect is conquered by the lively sentences,
don’t look for the income with your opinion, because the end of it will be so arrogant
and in fetters too, be slipped to the ravine on climbing rushed times (IX: XLVII).

Its light is blessed; the law of light flies the wings of cloud,
the reincarnation of knowledge’s wisdom in every consciousness of the rain (IX: XLVIII).

It being in your heart gets the mystical at the separated border,
but why are you not be able yet or be doubted to receive on your lap? (IX: XLIX).

The spider of net’s owner cause the thousands insects fall head long,
catch the soft points of the compass breaks trough the flexible slots (IX: L).

Be straight the finger’s shadow of the intention’s witness, so the mistaken
makes easy every way that it took to go to estuary of noble (IX: LI).

The steeply slope of sharp pen are passed over safes the body,
hanging around at the branch spirals to the ravine of time’s summit (IX: LII).

Go along with to walk onto whimper’s steep stones, doesn’t the wisdom of
water source is never end, be always pours forth to the down of hill (IX: LIII).

Unfortunately, the old compounding is not uncover yet but you said; it is worn out,
that is throwing your self closes the breath’s doors of forever God’s mercy (IX: LIV).

The sincere soul receives not- less the rules are fulfilled,
the promise as strong as the practicing asceticism, in every steps be blessed by the fever on loyalty (IX: LV).

Intend to, really suffers looses without beginning and ending
because the era in your heart is hoped to passes over the tunnel of destination (IX: LVI).

It whispers its virginity to the ear that without ever in full moon (IX: LVII).

Be in devout in order to be hoped to go there, the dancing of loneliness aims to
the rhythm of first soul, doesn’t want to be got alliance even though the silent haunts (IX: LVIII).

The nervous of its top’s passion is relieve, let its self to be assumed as a whore,
you still need to add the revenge of its age, the finger- hand reaches its body,
but it always be sacred in the flare of ruthless seethed, doesn’t know what its heart is made from? (IX: LIX).

It is not easy to give the crown of superiority, its pure
doesn’t only belong the before and also it doesn’t belong the walker behind the shadow,
from the distant of shriek of the top impressed, the tail smells its teenage (IX: LX).

It is the navel point of fragrant, where you understand on each its feet swaying,
on account of passionate, every place smells the aroma of its teenage (IX: LXI).

Don’t know how it dig the well and bails its water,
it is nothing other than you won’t feel over tired for later (IX: LXII).

When you visit, she gives the smile you craved,
she is the chili planter and also pick it up for you (IX: LXIII).

She is happy to see you taste the hot of it,
on the season’s restraint not be able to faced which is far away without the soul (IX: LXIV).

Your breath’s taking behaved on the asceticism practicing of ancient’s jungle, it compounds the formula
for the returning the virginity, why are you not shy to attach her crown? (IX: LXV).

The cruelness of love and lave until she keep in the virginity still,
likes the pain from the restraint’s season on the temptation (IX: LXVI).

The overripe of apples said; alas sweetheart, eat this hand’s making,
candy is the ending, after drink the tonic’s compounding (IX: LXVII).

Be hurry to go home carries the wrapped thing and open its prize, it hopes
you sonly find out, and it believes, you have the scale at home (IX: LXVIII).

She worries if too much respect, you do not open that souvenir,
only putted it on the highest place in the private room (IX: LXIX).

Lets hope the fruit is not be putrid or the flower become wilted,
before the twilight become nearest at your eyes by the busyness of sprucing up in the mirror (IX: LXX).

Makes become worn out when swallow reluctantly the deadline,
therefore kiss on her forehead more than once in order that you become calm down for returns the memory,
since she was in pregnancy, and born to be loved and to love her (IX: LXXI).

The green carpet’s surface is grasses of her soul,
the expectation of full moon expands the light (IX: LXXII).

The holy hand’s fingers of spirit are taking the softness,
enjoys the warm of blessed love and lave (IX: LXXIII).

The yearning is said follows the holy sentence renews the luster in the heart,
the self-motivation is become the organization not the alliance of the storm (IX: LXXIV).

If in the stillness, her feeling aims to the depth of meaning,
the essence doesn’t flared up but the gathering spirit of lights (IX: LXXV).

Relieves your breaths wheezed at the twilight without name, the night of happening
that hatches the holy sentence of gray dawn, saves the whole dreams in the spirit (IX: LXXVI).

When the stingingly noon is strangled by jealous, she guesses the logical reasoning- your heart,
truly there is no willing to break the traffic bridge at the cluster of time,
the swamps of beautifulness, sustain the worms and the lotus (IX: LXXVII).

Alas the one who twists be heated by the sun’s light,
fulfills your body with thousands sense, be wrestled in the intimation (IX: LXXVIII).

The one who always in the heart touches your instinct,
the hunger and thirsty are forgot by the seriousness of intention (IX: LXXIX).

If in longing, reads the universe of lake that created in the soul, the air slowly
harrows the wave of your behavior, arrests the well manner angler (IX: LXXX).

At your depth it stretch up and down of the fish that had allowed going along with the everlasting stillness,
the jewels are in the bottom and also on the surface, as if the luster of gold red dawn
at the seashore of ocean on great east (IX: LXXXI).

Retraces the stone’s road is met your confusion of thought, it walk softly
without track of footprint, only the insect’s singing accompanies (IX: LXXXII).

It meets the coarse grasses is conquered by the landward breeze onto the wetland,
the drizzle falls at the tropic’s grasses, is inundated by the mist of prayer (IX: LXXXIII).

Heard the rumble of wanderer’s stomach, and his face is so tired,
the lips are shiny smiled by knows by heart the knowledge without lie,
and adequate the satiated, and then the difficulty is lost (IX: LXXXIV).

It mesmerized although that is about the small problem, everything are cross in the mind
even though the mystical, never proud to beyond the God’s will of human (IX: LXXXV).

This is the self-question that doesn’t need the answer,
only observes carefully your comparing, more enough than the introducing (IX: LXXXVI).

His comforted heart, the weapon that always carried where ever he goes,
the eyes of dew reads the flat of dawn’s leafs, that blown by around wind,
a fistful of anger hummer by the hunter’s breath, you are uproar by his age (IX: LXXXVII).

Not alone at his place, the willing are hoped to meet him
rises up the desire of the vast forest of soul, become the famous occupant (IX: LXXXVIII).

He comes out for a while stares at him self in front of the stranger and at once time
the tributary said; could the journey become the destination? (IX: LXXXIX).

Misses the estuary, hopes to meet the miracle,
caused of when twist up and down for surely will be tired in existed (IX: XC).

He really well known on the stones with jade road, the river’s flowing
slips the stem, the stalks are sailed, the rose apple fruit are suffered constantly,
rise- sink retraces the heavy current of mussing (IX: XCI).

In the center of towns is heard the deliriously heartbeat
on whispering of love and lave trembles the human kind (IX: XCII).

He writes the everlasting tale, understands you like seashore sand that become whiter,
bluely and sadness is the surge of your heart, when the twilight is stabbed by yearning (IX: XCIII).

A dripping of air’s ballad in the world of heart had smile as shawl,
the dream’s curtain met the accosting, stretches the wings with the pen as the end of it (IX: XCIV).

Sucks the opium’s tapping stirs up the droopy eyes to stab through
alike the sharpness of night’s knife draws the passion of volcano,
its looking spies on the lovers at the park of flower (IX: XCV).

The butterflies grovel on a clod of stone that as big as the elephant,
the tinkling of water source matures the self to stay forever (IX: XCVI).

Reads the torn piece of paper and then connected the soul into his bosom,
and the touching of fingers cure the heart that feel awkward by it self (IX: XCVII).

The grains of dew wait for the awaked of sun by the dawn of angels,
the flapping of their white wings is sent the news of morning perpetuates the century (IX: XCVIII).

Beats the dry rice field of the story teller, the small and cute house on the valleys,
alas the beauty girl retraces the bund and face meeting each other in the passing become so nice to look,
last night the impulse of love and lave lulled the sleepy of the sunless (IX: XCIX).

The splendor woman picks up the intention to fly with the era as wings,
when burdened on the darkness, doesn’t be insulted for the very satiated one (IX: C).

Resembling like the story of dragon with the phoenix at the edge lake of color,
both of them made the lotus as pupil that had meditated in the overflowing of loving (IX: CI).

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