Semenit sebelum zaman menyelam ke dalam cahaya di dahan belimbing itu
Seekor kutilang lewat mengejar betinanya
Impian cahaya yang dibisikkan hujan tadi malam
Tertinggal sebagai handuk lembab pada kapstok kayu di pintu kamar.
Dan kepingan sejarah yang jatuh dari tangan gadis penjual kopi
Bertahan di relung jantung, berdetak dalam irama walsa.
Lalu waktu bersentuh pipi bersama takdir
berdansa pada selasar usia.
RumahPanjang, 19 Februari 2016
Translation for Morning Light
A minute before Age dived into fuzzy warmness of light in that starfruit tree branch,
a bulbul soared by, chasing its soul mate
While that Dream of Light, whispered by soft drizzle of last night’s rain
left as a damp towel on wooden pegs by the bedroom door.
And fragments of history, dropped by the slender girl who tends the coffee stall
gripped desperately, to a niche founded in your heart,
drumming in waltz.
Then Time and Destiny, while keeping it cheek-to-cheek,
dancing to the rythm, on the long hallway of Life.