SYAIR TERATAI DI TENGAH SAHARA
POEM OF THE LOTUS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SAHARA
The dry earth struggles to create a form
Captivated, weeping over the twilight of the sun
Changes the full moon
The coldness of night guarded in the dry
Singing of yearning for the radiant ocean
The earth accompanies the sky to beg God’s forgiveness
In the middle of the burning loneliness
Smashed, remembering the earth’s spread….Hamper?…hamapar?
Thousands of grains of sand laugh, all points of the compass chopped up
Writing lascar lotus, the discarded lotus thrown away
Spread out on their backs looking depressed, gloomy, stupefied
Lost in bright palm of a hand
Longing, yearning for the clearness of heart
Yearning for the dense cover of cold of times gone by
Tightly binding together the longing
Mixed with the wound of solitude far from the blue carpet
Alone
Silent, chasing a dream
Falling asleep within itself
Having lost a beautiful gravestone snatched away by the day
Following a cloud in a bright morning
Soaring upward on the tip of a thorn
by : Anik Nur Azizah
POEM OF THE LOTUS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SAHARA
The dry earth struggles to create a form
Captivated, weeping over the twilight of the sun
Changes the full moon
The coldness of night guarded in the dry
Singing of yearning for the radiant ocean
The earth accompanies the sky to beg God’s forgiveness
In the middle of the burning loneliness
Smashed, remembering the earth’s spread….Hamper?…hamapar?
Thousands of grains of sand laugh, all points of the compass chopped up
Writing lascar lotus, the discarded lotus thrown away
Spread out on their backs looking depressed, gloomy, stupefied
Lost in bright palm of a hand
Longing, yearning for the clearness of heart
Yearning for the dense cover of cold of times gone by
Tightly binding together the longing
Mixed with the wound of solitude far from the blue carpet
Alone
Silent, chasing a dream
Falling asleep within itself
Having lost a beautiful gravestone snatched away by the day
Following a cloud in a bright morning
Soaring upward on the tip of a thorn
by : Anik Nur Azizah
SMPN 1 Karangmojo
