Perhatikan mata mereka
Melirik meluru pada setiap kegebuan
Memburu darah muda
Menuntut desah mesra kenakalan
Perlahankan derap nafsumu
Masamu entah tinggal berapa lama
Insafkan sisa hayatmu
Bakinya hanya berapa tahun cuma
Tinggalkan medan buru itu
Padang terbentang sabar menunggu.
#741 On The Death
A hearth!
A hearth to warm my kindling
The dearth!
The dearth of light is blinding
The death!
The death of all this trifling
the death of all your troubling
The death of Life and Yearning.
#718 Tentang Tipudusta Sang Perempuan Tua
Kasihan sang perempuan tua
Di hujung hari-harinya
Oleh kekang narsisisme terpenjara
Oleh nafsu jiwanya terpedaya
Oleh selingkar kisah tipudusta
Tercipta agar tidak jatuh gila.
#705 On The Days Left For Me On This Earth
How many days do I have left?
I thought to myself
How many days left
To walk this earth
To kiss the morning sun
To bask in coffee and music
To feel the girth of trees
To run through grassy fields
To feel the breeze rustling through leaves?
How many more days left?
I do not know.
#669 Tentang Kedatangan Izrail
Masa merusuh lari
Usia pantas memburu
Sesal membungkam hati
Jiwa terluruh kelu
Apa erti gah dan harta?
Apa makna wang dan kuasa?
Hanya dedaunan kering di ranting usia
Datang Izrail, terasing hampa.
#566 Tentang Pemergian (buat Abang Jamal)
Pemergianmu
Kami kenangi, dan tak
Mungkin terganti.
(demi mengenang arwah Abang Jamal)
#553 On The Rushing Days
The days rush by
With the jibber jabber of words said
And the hurly burly of things to be done
And the helter skelter of events
("Events, dear boy, events" was what he said)
The days anoint our lives
And mark the passing of Time
And the passing of friends
In the pursing of Time remaining
The dwindling of our days
Our lives, with each day erased
The passing of dazed souls
Meeting their final end
I try to catch the days
As they rush by:
The futility irks me
Even as Death lurks, erasing the days
And I try to catch the rays
Of sunlight as they fall at my feet
Each day, until the day
When Death will come to greet.
#546 On Distracting Ourselves from Thoughts of the Scythe of Death
We talk of medicines and supplements
Procedures and cures
Pontificate on surgical practices
Speculate on therapeutic panaceas
In the vain hope
That speaking of technology and treatments
Can help to stave off
The scythe of Death.
#491 On the Burial Mound of Qin Shihuangdi
Terracotta guards
Keeping watch over these tombs:
A futile denial.
#443 On Remembering The Passing of Friends and Mentors (In Memoriam for En. Ahmad Said)
Life begins and ends
And we who are left behind
Weep at the passing.