SAKIT
ribuan sajak minta ditulis segera
dalam kertas
seperti rasa rindu yang mengeram
seperti resep dokter
ribuan sajak kautelan
bersama waktu
pagi siang dan malam
seperti ingin bersama selalu
tak kunjung sembuh juga
sakit jiwamu?
1994
SICK
Thousands of poems asked me
to immediately write them on a paper
Like the hidden yearning
Like doctor’s prescription
Thousands of poems you swallowed
As one with time
Morning, noon, and night
As if they always want to be together
Your sick soul,
When will it get better?
1994
translated by Nikmah Sarjono
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