Translated by Agus B. Harianto
[TREAT THE SOULS]
I adjourn my sleepy, for the rustling and cute dawn:
women walk to market, the birds chirp.
It fell asleep on the grain of cloud, recited hill,
slopes of the shoreline and the dance of wave, really touched. Lanjutkan membaca “9 Similar Poems of Nurel Javissyarqi”