PUstaka puJAngga

Translated by Agus B. Harianto [SINGING OF WANDERER] When the dew sang the song of morning the heavy river stream meandering the everlasting poem toward the slopes of your soul to uncover the dawn. If the sky’s witness of the clouds of night postponed, the fog thickened to cover the cities.

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Translated by Agus B. Harianto [BEACH’S CONVERSATIONS] Wrinkles of forehead aimed to the silent streets along the river branches, whispered voices to rigid and calm ear, down the valleys of the heart stepped up the continuously and harmoniously sick.

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