The fog of Time masks
Our futures from our poor selves
We know not what waits.
#732 Tentang Perganyangan Masa
Ganyanglah masa yang ada
Buru dan lumatkan setiap satu saat
Yang datang singgah bagai merpati yang pemalu
Mampir sedetik dan akhirnya terbang pulang
Masa
Tamat
Pilu
Usang.
#706 On Leaves Falling
Each day that passes
Is another to rejoice:
Leaves fall to the ground.
#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.
On The Arc of Time
In praise of Time, this thrumming beat
This silent rhythm of Life’s heat
Within the pauses of these lines
Time ladles out our lives divine
I celebrate the arc of Time
The metronome of God Sublime
With ev’ry second measured neat
We live in midst of Time’s swift fleet
As we survey the darkened glass
Of future hap’nings yet to pass
Time feels like treacly liquid’s flow
The pace of life feels leaden, slow
And yet in future when Time’s drum
Has faded past, How far we’ve come!
We would exclaim in disbelief
Time’s flown away like Fate’s sly thief
In such arch ways Time plays its ploys
As we endure our woes and joys
Though trapped we be in Time’s taut cage
Against light’s dying, burn and rage!
Tentang Dua Ratus Hari
Dua ratus hari
Luruh bak dedaunan tua
Yang jatuh rebah di kaki usia
Satu demi satu
Dua ratus hari
Pantasnya bergulir lalu
Sekilas bayang dan terus menghilang
Dan matamu melirik resah
Menyanyikan sekurun gundah.
