VOICE FROM BOROBUDUR

Sajak: Hafney Maulana

I hear the rumble of the voice
Buried for centurries
In the sweat that flowed down from the top of Borobudur
Where birth and death and life
Are recorded in the long sculpled galleries

I hear the rumble of the voice
Of wounded history
In its own language it speaks:
'Oh my children! Hear me!
Do not bury my sweat in time machines
Let it fly away with Arjuna's bow
Forging a path through the sky'

Century after century Borobudur
Has taken in birth and death
Accommodating all joy and sorrow
So together with the many kinds of incence there
Let us place love, loyalty, courage
And determination
On its breast


(ditejemahkan ke Bahasa Inggeris oleh Helen Creese, Australia)