Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Oh, come in fully tenderness
as fragrant as tuberose flowers
which been waiting at the across of ocean.
The wind tells about the hill of eternity
the coast dim as much as a kiss of the moon
a stalk of wood just left to be daydreaming. Lanjutkan membaca “[NYAI LORO KIDUL] (Putri Lara Kadita)”