Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The time much more busy is took to go to the top of mist of light,
but your days, still spells the units of alphabet (XVIII: I).
It shies before you sit on the stones,
therefore visits into the pool, in order to meet the superior calamity (XVIII: II).
The wind wipes on you with its rotation to harrow the journey
and the night’s drum gives the tetembangan (plural form of tembang) (XVIII: III).
The morning was born nursed by the stillness air of grass’s tips,
the curve of pretty eyes are closed, opens the whole vision (XVIII: IV).
The spirit arrests the visiting, scatters the light onto the ground,
the weather of dry season howls- overwhelms, and the level of water is poured out (XVIII: V).
Who counterfeits the wandering, will be empty in the court,
mentioned that the foam of the very spaciously is the unknown rooms (XVIII: VI).
The sparrow is made the nest on the brittle pole of the conqueror (XVIII: VII).
There are no leafs singing, the drizzle approaches to the wilted, step on
the birth land of time, perpetuates the rukuk of wisdom’s filling (XVIII: VIII).
The sounds are fragranced by the air passes by the stalks, the swaying of sheaths
of flower fasten the prayer circling, until absolutely wiped off of the loyal love (XVIII: IX).
The flowers are scattered around onto the corner of prayer service’s room,
and every body are ride on their own done (XVIII: X).
Moves the soul, broods the meaning of loyal (XVIII: XI).
The stones break the aorta, the feet steps aims to the hills,
the fame is scaled by the desire, pours out the kendi in the journey,
and pulled out the arc from the mother of joy and sorrow’s shrieking (XVIII: XII).
If there is the tactics for war obviously press, the breath of exiled old bottle are saved,
while the hands reach the sky of rain which falling into an embracing of world of
the truth smiling sincerity, should be at the middle of desert make a love of peace (XVIII: XIII).
The ballad of yearning bows its face onto the ground,
the tinkling of water source washes the souls (XVIII: XIV).
Where are the one who not adult yet going, are they hiding or running?
Doesn’t it much fresher to dance alike the grasses sing the morning (XVIII: XV).
Isn’t the rhythm imprisoned in the jail of disappointed,
therefore pass the border of that street (XVIII: XVI).
When watch to the lake, his face is poured out of shame,
the water is dropped from the taro’s leaf is cracked to agree (XVIII: XVII).
The women cut the period’s ear off which if perhaps deaf,
trough the dancing of palette on the sickly canvas (XVIII: XVIII).
Don’t cut off of your vocal’s chord before crack the ancient’s glasses, gives
the spirit into the air, which will be accepted by the students of universe for later (XVIII: XIX).
The heron flies over and surrounding on the temple and be perched onto the pint of stupa, its visiting
learns about the procession of history, the sweat boils its glorify is guarded (XVIII: XX).
Be with it won’t confuse, also had cleared enough for the sediment of awareness,
that is confused washed by the adults, the monument of nature are opened (XVIII: XXI).
The hesitation of cloud is tie off and be heavy rain fell, the dancing of bamboo’s leafs
exterminates, retraces the curvature of your twilight (XVIII: XXII).
Watches the game on the beach no more than tired thousand surges,
the craziness felt shallow (XVIII: XXIII).
There is the seriously flapping muse about the nervous, the winds are rotated
increases onto the end of anvil, and then flies away fast (XVIII: XXIV).
The form of lance is threw onto the target, the opening of consciousness of
river’s current to flow, doesn’t aim to the jungle of arrogance (XVIII: XXV).
Was it trough your feet? Bring the news of the dropping leafs off,
the stems follow your polite conviction (XVIII: XXVI).
The one who has the burden of love; don’t stop your desire to destroy the skin
before the angel’s hatched from the eggs of ostrich (XVIII: XXVII).
Remember, the most powerful flattery is came from the most attractive weather of yearning,
you really wait for the attending of intimately embracing (XVIII: XXVIII).
The top of your fear is the closing of eyes, whereas be winked
only, the shadow is gone to follow the lightning of strong will striking (XVIII: XXIX).
Don’t dump your soul off by the swinging disturbs the under pressing aware,
be in trapped by the weak cracking, by the drizzle approaches the before and the after (XVIII: XXX).
And the summit of leafs knows about the change trough the air of thinking (XVIII: XXXI).
Develop the field of flatter to entertain, your really servicing (XVIII: XXXII).
Ride the top of patient before the twilight visits onto the branch of acacia,
the sun of twilight is stabbed by the torn similar like the honeybee in the nest of times (XVIII: XXXIII).
Doesn’t the twilight and the dawn are seen charming in every periods?
Your tired fully meaning, alike the eagle’s eyes that as strong as the coffee (XVIII: XXXIV).
The essence droops the womb, be deep sleep at the rib’s chipped, fast sleep be guarded by the resoluteness,
be shocked by the nervous composes the depressed, enters the wrapper of secrets (XVIII: XXXV).
Its love opens the curtain of awareness,
talked about the tied ropes misses the calling (XVIII: XXXVI).
The charm smiling of your seethed quiet, the mosses are peeled off by the trip on the stones,
before the soul is forgot by the time’s logical reasoning of your age flowing (XVIII: XXXVII).
The sweet fruits of silent on its tree, waits to be drop off onto the river of meeting,
the prayer is not cured yet, its love is still in the loyal to wait (XVIII: XXXVIII).
The morning calls the self, a hang down of angel’s hair of crimson fragrances,
the holy ballads story about the copulation of genuine (XVIII: XXXIX).
The full moon takes its gown off at the slept night, at last
the reception pass the cloud’s dancing chisels the tale (XVIII: XL).
Be submerged in the lake, the humming of color breaks trough the light,
the hairs of casuarinas sends the news about the position of destination,
follows the possibility of comes or waits (XVIII: XLI).
The waterfalls destroys the stones, tiredly stagnates to flow to the rice fields,
to the rice barn won’t be spared of the memory on the handle of musing (XVIII: XLII).
When the small sediment wakens the big shadow is stabbed by the yearning that very
far away, the steps are not disturbed even though by the softness (XVIII: XLIII).
The intention’s handing can get something to rely on, the sands are scattered out from
the restoring pot, but why, you as heavy as poison’s lips of the women (XVIII: XLIV).
Then who whispers the words, only the satisfied weak one forgets on the purpose,
the thickness of cloud slackens his spirit, whereas the color of rainbow in the lantern (XVIII: XLV).
Don’t blow it up until extinguished, let the wick of lightless is dying
which its light approaches to the door of morning (XVIII: XLVI).
Indeed enjoys on the student’s lips sucks the soul aims to the narrow and long path of entire universe (XVIII: XLVII).
The princess of wind dances the curvature of bamboo that its rhyme soars to the ear of
the one who yearns for, the cleanness of lake’s reflection controls the eye’s mirror (XVIII: XLVIII).
Invite along your inner heart’s wings to flap flying, as far as the desire pierces the result of
endures the awareness, even the mist of fate does not as bright as the noon (XVIII: XLIX).
The echo of your night’s sound goes far away from the tread of cold at the old hill,
reads the address of sky together with the burden on the shoulder of loyal love to be sacred (XVIII: L).
Listens to the tembang of worship in the heart ever born (XVIII: LI).
Visits in the current of cleaning, be hoped as soft as the snow of inner heart,
looks at the boy forgets the times, on the street of the sun visits the sincerity,
the hesitation are testified, onto the bitter nights that made you tired (XVIII: LII).
To the noon nurses the consciousness of top fingers spouts the power of clear
retraces the meeting, similar like picks up the mango’s fruit at the different garden (XVIII: LIII).
At the height the swishing of wind are changed over more than once, the army rides on the horse,
but why are you instead in deep sleeping, more over than the unawareness (XVIII: LIV).
When waked up is already on the top mountain of leafy trees, and
the reflection of shadow talks about the heart of someone (XVIII: LV).
So comfort after the complaint penetrated into
the heart be threw by dreaming, be cures in the embracing of night (XVIII: LVI).
The sleepy in the middle of un account steps, as far as the clouds drawn out
grimaces the dawn’s embracing, gives the greeting to the chirp of weaverbird,
the dewy leafs of bamboo are blown by the thousand barongan (XVIII: LVII).
Don’t be satisfied enough when it shares the judgment,
the nature pours out the feeling smelts the dust onto the air (XVIII: LVIII).
The wind makes leafs be in traveling aim to the corner of twilight,
complies with the shriek of your love and lave opens the long and slender neck of women,
be touched by the seriousness is poured out trough the tired for of course (XVIII: LIX).
The birth of the baby fulfills the longing of full moon,
alike the wishes to pick up the star, on the hand of first consciousness (XVIII: LX).
The firstly of grasses on the dry land under the moving cloud
gives the attention, the one who are become silent be able to account the smelling (XVIII: LXI).
Alas the blessed people, be seethed in the stove of sun, the color of
rotation is coming out from the warangka, the splashing of logical reasoning like a word off of the sharply end of the women’s lips (XVIII: LXII).
You presumed that twilight is the ripe of flaring; the tight of your looking visits the loneliness,
swing your sword also eat the flesh of your enemy that is carelessness (XVIII: LXIII).
The carcass birds similar like the stars,
and the horse tracks of the soldiers, destroys the nervous (XVIII: LXIV).
At the coarse grasses field of war, the shrieking cracks at the side of shamefully darkness,
invites along to the wounded clouds, the wanderer feels on the poignancy of rainfall and storms (XVIII: LXV).
The long of dry season overwhelms, the tear’s spreading of the widow becomes a legend,
the flute of shepherd is crushed by the body can’t make sound (XVIII: LXVI).
The hatched of ostrich’s eggs are in accordance with the season of change,
a destiny of period is changed accompanied by the wind of signer (XVIII: LXVII).
The black ink flows the tale
onto the cape of rock’s hill from the wave’s struggling (XVIII: LXVIII).
It’s nothing else than about expanding the power, become adult opens the secret,
and then the knowledge is lost in wild way, the left one is just the wise (XVIII: LXIX).
Its love visits the soldiers whom have fire arrow as their weapons
flies away the eyes looking to anesthetize, the light of life explode gently (XVIII: LXX).
The sharpness of men’s body which have copper skin, be matured by the flashing of twilight
and the night heats the meat’s membrane of trees, be pulled by it the air of
teenager, be handed on the stillness to approach to the height (XVIII: LXXI).
The putrid of blood is washed by seven kinds of flower, performs the inner self and outer world of
Nervous, be hoped to be collected in the sacred of life’s wish (XVIII: LXXII).
Does like this be in the mortar, alike cow in the smoke of burnt straw,
every kind of prayer aims to the sky of perspiration, is give up and surrender our self as the only way (XVIII: LXXIII).
Drops the seeds onto the garden, the feet drags the step,
it is tethered by inner heart to blossom the lotus on the middle of lake (XVII: LXXIV).
The stones are bathed by the mountain’s water, leafs are washed away by the secret’s passion, it
fastens the sucking of time, the very starving of stomach in the country of honesty (XVIII: LXXV).
Until onto the blue sky, the clouds leave its remains to be wiped off,
and then the mist drops the twilight at the veranda of formation’s hill (XVIII: LXXVI).
The night’s screen is noisy crowded by the dancer of the lamp; the prosperity is standing still to
watch, the hesitation is gone in the depth of embrace tightly bosom (XVIII: LXXVII).
Flaps the bat as a line of the seen moon to, you are granted by its charming,
the branch with stems are fall the leafs off, be budding in the rainy season (XVIII: LXXVIII).
The nature with the greeting on shadow waits for the opening of love heart’s curtain,
be awaked in along of command words to carry the night’s calling (XVIII: LXXIX).
You are waiting for the stealthy flashing of the dream, don’t you remember on the first meeting,
when together with the wafted body is influenced by romance (XVIII: LXXX).
The surge aims to the beach in the sleepy of mother carries you on the arm, the swaying in the arm of
peace, the heart’s softness is more friendly, the sharp complain of memory (XVIII: LXXXI).
Has attitude be pride on the stupidity, the position of arrogance on its place, the understanding
is not exactly like what its means, the element of its hot as strong as the licking snick’s tongue (XVIII: LXXXII).
This visiting is more mean, even doesn’t care on the in passing wind of sulfur,
the breath’s taking of relieve from the yearning’s burden of flower’s smell, the mysteriousness of wanderer’s street,
and the times enter the various seasons (XVIII: LXXXIII).
Your meeting is the wings of soul flaps,
alike surge unites breezily onto the seashore’s conversation (XVIII: LXXXIV).
Suddenly the loyal tear be unexpected to welled up, remember onto
the overflowing of love with the whole sobbing of firmness (XVIII: LXXXV).
Leaps over the stones on the opponent street,
the gravels are singing, the feet are bleeding, be stumbled and realized on the union society (XVIII: LXXXVI).
The farmers lead the river’s flowing aims to the visiting place of peace,
this is the residing of your sea beautifying the yearning of sky (XVIII: LXXXVII).
The air blown of flutes playing aims to the mountain’s side asks the all kind of plant, creeps
the yellowish slope, the stairs of the rice field cluster of the manner (XVIII: LXXXVIII).
Is this the grade of times nurses the humming of God lines?
Are there more beauty way to embrace the knowledge? (XVIII: LXXXIX).
Read on the union society is not chased away by the storm of forget, the tubers in sack
be carried by farmers on their shoulder, washes the perspiration after the air are friendly with the cloud (XVIII: XC).
He is looking at the sky, the sun touches profoundly onto his back,
beats on your curl’s hair dries your broken heart out (XVIII: XCI).
Takes good care of the breath of thanksgiving ceremony performed by the farmers or fisherman throws the nets of beach’s winds
onto the steep rock, before finally the heart is satisfied to be submitted (XVIII: XCII).
The weather of night pulls the memory, retraces the silent of joy’s village,
waits for the drizzle falling to wake up the awareness of nervous (XVIII: XCIII).
The air of morning is passed by the bright of sun to warm the hinge,
the pores are wiped by the bottom part of odor to cause to feel eerie into the aorta (XVIII: XCIV).
The wine pours the inner heart out on the gripping of nervous be possessed by afraid,
the happiness is stolen, nothing more be done of said the truth except felt falling (XVIII: XCV).
The sleepy bud of mortar is visited by the thirsty to pour out the depression,
be sailed away aims to the island of sun, won’t die if keep the promise (XVIII: XCVI).
Leaves the free air aim to the small cage, the restraints in the heart is snared by the love (XVIII: XCVII).
The tembangs of stars at the curvature of crescent moon in your fingers, the ants
at the bits of cup want to drink but be afraid to fall down in to it, get out the lips will be thirsty (XVIII: XCVIII).
He walks on the paper glares the looking to find the birth,
the cloud is decorated with white and the blue of sky crouches to fly (XVIII: XCIX).
The air meets the branch to solve the souls aims to you,
be spelled by flying pigeon intrudes aim to the shaded nest (XVIII: C).
Give the times for breathing, the billowing in the cup of white cloud
as sharp as the pen writes about the body of dust, puts the hesitation to lie down (XVIII: CI).
The wind supports the river’s flowing, the groans of surge aims to the seashore,
flops the cloud lunges into the souls (XVIII: CII).
It creates the words from the strings of separated foam, just left to hang
and finally be forgotten, and the rock are startled what it say for? (XVIII: CIII).
Grows among the slots of stones, hopes on the warm light of the sun after slept by night,
shines onto leafs, the dew falls off the cloud flies, with ride on the periods (XVIII: CIV).
Add the beginning of destination become thicker, be collected on the thickness is supported by the air of alliance,
the soul crosses the sea of lightless, the tinkling blends over on kendang (XVIII: CV).
The blood of love is poured out to penetrate, the bamboo’s fiber infiltrates into your flesh,
the bitter overwhelms into the stove, has fire tongue to burn the veins of musing (XVIII: CVI).
Waits for the melting of volcano, pours out the lava of logical reasoning dries
the trees up, and the scattering of stars recognizes the unveil moon (XVIII: CVII).
The clean of stillness mirror is storied about the crazy about
among the night dissolves the light of the noon (XVIII: CVIII).
Withdraws at the shaded of cloud when your heart is laying the shadow down,
and I leave this notes in the holy world of memory (XVIII: CIX).
The spiders are forced to throw the strings of rain, the stingingly is swallowed by the looking
circles around onto the point of conviction of the shadow, the light means the vibrating (XVIII: CX).
The movement of butterflies wings are possessed by the fragrant of flower flaps aim to the park,
wafts to release the silent slowly, goes upward silently of staggered mist of
a kapok, in the royal bed misses the dry seasons (XVIII: CXI).
Blown by the lightly air to move to the presence of gravity, the place of wet grasses of
the freshmen’s dew, creeps the full moon to shine the impressed night (XVIII: CXII).
The glow worm are talked with eyes in the kissing of deepest dark, alas the seizure of
eyes, the flame moves be in trapped by the feeling of whole, meditates in the devout room,
accounts on the stems at the branches reaches the beginning (XVIII: CXIII).
The dropping of tear passes over the sadness of residence’s isthmus,
absorbs into the wetland, its falling are received by the receptacle (XVIII: CXIV).
It is the time to come down of the generosity of doubt, pours because of
the freshmen is lost, therefore stirs up the tired in the cup of decider (XVIII: CXV).
The times are chewed by the attractive lips of seriousness gives the smiling,
the sky aims to the ocean, who is get down sadly in the middle wind of yearning,
the inner heart is motivated to sail and wander (XVIII: CXVI).
The night approaches to the dark,
has saved the silent of shadow unites with a breaking glass of darkness (XVIII: CXVII).
The alliance is poured out, the striping by the palm leaf rib and the coffee as ink,
when approves on the stones piled incarnates become the wall of temple (XVIII: CXVIII).
The stillness is sopping wet and its heat is molten, be droved by the season of a word of life
to survive, takes the body buries the age of periods in to the earth (XVIII: CXIX).
Releases the usual habitual activity to visit the ancient’s place,
for the sound of love and lave won’t be disappeared uselessly (XVIII: CXX).
The calling of silent are chased by the drunken by wine of ancestor
as old as the dreams is remained for real from the hoping of desperation (XVIII: CXXI).
The releasing of echoing words since from the jail of fingers,
collects the stars to leave the trap of dreams (XVIII: CXXII).
The intimate ballad shows the loyal fragment to be listened, firstly is walk along on the tembang
and then be visited on the quiet trace of prickly flowers,
the forever place for pure sorrow (XVIII: CXXIII).
Receives the loyalty to accompany at the tired hunting,
aims to the mount of wayang until the blencong of the sun (XVIII: CXXIV).
When will you pay your owe? Don’t spell the promise to hope for helping,
learns to endure the intention, the joyfully accompanies the pure of spirit (XVIII: CXXV).
Be hurry up in order that the dusts are flying over, the one who weighted is the depressed ghost,
therefore understands on the steps for the point of awakens (XVIII: CXXVI).
The savior of doubt while be shy, keeps be in loyal to recite the tembang of
silent, even though is token by the flattery in the royal bed, doesn’t changed (XVIII: CXXVII).
Glossary
1. Rukuk= deep bow from the waist during prayer ritual.
2. Barongan= took from Javanese which mean the jungle that only have bamboos as its trees.
3. Kendang= a kind of drum that usually use for music Dangdut.
4. Wayang=shadow play with leather puppets often dramatizing themes from Hindu epics.
5. Blencong=oil lamps used in wayang performance that symbolizing of the sun.