malam ku masih seperti dulu
memeluk hasrat tak bertepi
melukis mimpi berjuta rindu
membedah asa torehkan nyeri
dan malam ku masih seperti dulu
berselimutkan asa tanpa arti
rindu pun makin menghujam pilu
harapan berlari mengejar mimpi
dan malamku masih seperti dulu
gelisah pun makin menoreh hati
logika dan rasa bergulat haru
menyeruak kalbu mengiris pedih
tahukah kau melati putih ku
aroma mu masih tetap mewangi
meski waktu kencang berlalu
wangi mu masih tetap abadi
tahukah kau melati putih ku
aroma mu masih tetap mewangi
meski putihmu memudar layu
wangi mu masih tetap abadi
februari ’23
Jasmine
[Even though you wither, your fragrance doesn’t fade]
evening streaks: ‘tya budi
my night is still like before
embracing endless desire
paint the dream of millions of longing
dissecting despair incised pain
and my night is still like before
shrouded in meaningless hope
even more longing pierced the pills
hopes run after dreams
and my night is still like before
anxiety is even more incised heart
logic and emotion
bursting heart slicing pain
do you know my white jasmine
your scent still smells good
even though time has passed
your fragrance is still eternal
do you know my white jasmine
your scent still smells good
though your whiteness fades wither
your fragrance is still eternal
February ’23
