For the Dancer, Saraswati
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
When the wing of your shawl lost swallowed by the stage
it shadow coming here, delivered by the morning light.
The sun paints the horizon and packs river flows
of it forget my mistakes, then forgive me.
O, rustle of coconut hairs and green coconut leaves and the dew
toward the wave of sky of my soul greets to you:
The law of heaven gives loves as such affection of mercy
from you, blesses my steps all the time.