The ballads of too early of destiny (Nurel Javissyarqi)
The ballads of too early of destiny
Nurel Javisyarqi
A little bit of prologue
Suryanto Sastroatmodjo
Translator : Agus B. Hariyanto
The ballads of too early of destiny
Nurel Javisyarqi
A little bit of prologue
Suryanto Sastroatmodjo
Translator : Agus B. Hariyanto
Nurel Javissyarqi
(I) The one who retrace the muddy sand of seashore,
climb the hills of yearning,
and the wind always wipe my feet;
alike a princess caress my forehead,
when the sweat is starting to come out
and then become steam quickly together with it.
Nurel Javissyarqi
(He have name Jala Suta, the legend said;
His birth when his both parent were wade the Sunda straits.
The wave was the witness of sacred ceremony, the sun is the top of adult,
While the silver color of the moon, accompanied his musing.
While the stars he was take for lesson).
Nurel Javissyarqi
(I)When the echoing is like necklace to the valleys of soul;
the tree acacia, trembesi, mahogany and teak,
unite the rhyme of a prayer service,
be hurry sweetheart, before the hurricane collapse the whole.
Nurel Javissyarqi
(I) This is the words pf the crazy man,
pregnant for nine months of memory;
life- death in so many fall head long,
the head is a half cold of the angel, the left side is the real world.
The ship of nervousness is in any direction
alike wade the firmament without the color,
wandering in the middle of hurricane;
the [...]
Nurel Javissyarqi
(I) At the height of steam under the shelter of light,
the space fully with the grains of dew dropped on the face of ocean;
before the wave of muse sway its hand to the final presence of its period.
(II) The time is come for it to sit with cross legs in the rotated water [...]
Nurel Javissyarqi
(I) All the time of empty space, ghost for the specter of yearning,
the should been room is empty, create the strange voice in the ear of bird;
the power of absorbing is back, the dust scattered around from the weakly walls.