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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The whisper of night’s rain asks to dance to wet all of body,
showers your soul that have frozen wings, and then light up the stove in the heart! (V: I).
The air blows the swing fire; the flare is boiled into the pit of the stomach, and prejudice
poured out steaks disaster, infiltrating into the bosom, become spirit into the soul (V: II). (lebih…)
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The night’s air expands slowly, brings news from the billing of stillness,
feels the wings of castle’s grandeurs, which is moved by Holy Spirit of life (VI: I).
The steps of words follow the blow’s wish of intimate fragrance air,
the times glare its light’s string in the pulsating of same kind’s love of human being (VI: II). (lebih…)
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The splashing of black ink is used up for the passion of raging,
the starry sky in the stove of darkness (VII: I).
The grains of fire sprinkles to shine the night,
flamed before picked up by the ash of age (VII: II). (lebih…)
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The top of pen slides from the billing of stillness, sharpness of holy words
unsheathes, pierces the silent of time that told by breadth of hand (VIII: I).
He doesn’t follow anyone, he be rigid and also pure (VIII: II). (lebih…)
