Bangkanese Girl

It is hard for me to enter the palace of your soul
It is hard for me to open the window of your heart
And it is indeed impossible for my soul tree to be planted in your inner rooms

My transparent existence is exploring the space of your mysterious secret
It’s been a long time I disregard it in patience
My eyes hurts when blocking your hot attack
All sounds have been silent
The sound of a baby in need of milk
The touch of winds strikes the washed clothes and hits the windows

They………
They watched my depression
That time,
Tied in the memory
About smiles and speaking tones
Everything is all personal, cannot really be detected

The sun has just moved its quarter steps today
Do not let the twilight of the west horizon swallow the secret of your sun
Before the nature plants enjoy your daylight sun
And before the twilight sun opens your night secret

Yogyakarta, December 6th 1995

Gadis Bangka

Sulit bagiku memasuki Istana jiwa mu
Sukar bagiku membuka jendela hatimu
Dan sungguh tak mungkin pohon jiwa ku, kutanami dalam bilik- bilik nurani mu.

Transparan diri ku menjelajahi relung misteri rahasia mu
Lama kudiamkan dalam sabar
Perih mata ku menahan terpaan panasmu
Terdiam sudah semua suara
Suara bayi kerinduan air susu
Desiran bayu menyambar cucian dan hempaskan daun jendela.

Mereka,….
Menyaksikan kegalauan ku
Saat itu,
Tersimpul dalam ingatan
Tentang senyum dan nada bicara
Semua serba personi, sungguh tak terdeteksi

Mentari hari ini baru seperempat langkah
Jangan biarkan senja ufuk barat menelan rahasia mentari mu
Sebelum tumbuhan alam menikmati mentari siang mu
Dan sebelum mentari petang membuka rahasia malam mu.

Yogyakarta 6 Des 1995