Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Your courage lines up on the palette certainly,
be honest, the soft time is much deeper
as thick as the darkness of striping lances to create the wind get blue (XV: I).
Suddenly comes increased more fully,
as if the cawan yoni be loyal to wait for the heat of lingga (XV: II). Lanjutkan membaca “DEVELOPER OF MYSTERIOUS WORLD, XV: I – XCIII”
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
After stopped, the new world is born, the colors of blossoming flowers
is shined by the sky, summary the sheath of night- noon alternately in turns (XVI: I). Lanjutkan membaca “DAY IS BODY, THE NIGHT IS SOUL, XVI: I – CXIII”
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Questions are poured out like a thousand wish have done,
hunts the unreachable, moves halter shelter to find the ideas of lave (XVII: I).
The soul of seeker keeps on flaring, appears from the roots of conviction,
you reflect the face that is sprucing in the mirror, for fastens embed the conviction (XVII: II). Lanjutkan membaca “A CENSURE OF GIFT LIGHT, XVII: I – CI”
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). Lanjutkan membaca “BIRTHLAND OF PERIOD, XVIII: I – CXXVII”
