Sinking into these
Black waters, I give me up
To oblivion.
On Furoshiki
With brightly-coloured
Square cotton cloth, I wrap this
World into my hands.
Tentang Embunan Pagi
Embunan pagi
Erat mendakap pada
Bingkaian kaca.
Tentang Harta Yang Dikiblatkan
Adat asal orang Melayu
Hidup zuhud segala serbi
Resmi padi meranum gebu
Makin tunduk bila berisi
Kini adat makin terhakis
Kompas hidup terpesong lari
Iman jadi tunggangan laris
Harta jadi kiblat dihati
Kini orang Melayu alpa
Hanyut dalam dakapan nista
Islam jadi sekadar nama
Anutannya kapitalisma
Laman IG medan bermegah
Harta koyan jadi pameran
Tiap hari berwayang olah
Sandiwara jadi langganan
Hidup dunia fatamorgana
Bayang maya penuh ilusi
Jangan sampai termakan dusta
Tipu Musuh memesong hati
Ayuh pulang ke jalan mula
Tenang hati tiada sesal
Dunia ini bayangan jua
Akhiratlah dunia yang kekal.
On Lies Now Known
Our lies, they would rather not
Be seen by the prying eyes
These lies they burn red and hot
Yet hide in the night’s dark guise
They hide in the plots we make
They nest like the coiling snake
They fest in the illest will
They pounce with the venging thrill
Your lies I cannot abide
Now seen by all, wide and far
No more can they twist and hide
I know you for what you are.
On Christmas Morning
Christmas morning, and
The birds are chirping softly
Calling down His Grace.
Tentang Geng dan Musuh
Awal hari mundar-mandir
Cari makan pagi buta
Kalau kau geng, DNAA
Kalau musuh, kena sita.
Tentang Jeritan Yang Terlumat
Dalam jiwa penuh jerangkung
Trauma lama belum terubat
Dalam hati menjerit raung
Mulut diam terkunci lumat.
On The Sin of Pride
I keep a watchful eye now
For age-old sin of Pride
(We hardly use that word now
That word - Sin! - we deride
It’s very nature, quaint now
Yet one more Truth denied
And Virtue, set aside now
Lo, Freedom’s deified!)
Yes, Pride is all around now
Its seeds spread far and wide
It grows in every heart now
It blooms, and needs not hide
Pride grows with zest and verve now
Mulched with our deadened eyes
Black mirrors in our hands now
Pride’s gardens multiplied
Alas, this is the way now
Our lives suffused with Pride
The original Sin now
Prized, what was once decried
One wonders for how long now
We’ll let desires decide
Will we break free of Pride now
Or endlessly abide?
On Beseeching
Every kiss of wave to beach
A silent prayer to beseech:
Glory be to God!
Glory be to God!
Glory be to God!