The
feast hasn’t been yet began in dining room
Hamzah
leaves his house without farewell
No
bodies know where he has gone
As
well as the sky showering its tear-rain
/2/
Without
raincoat, Hamzah goes through the heavy rain
Showing
off as a child who still likes to be naked
Running
to his latest house, in which the God
As
his mother wiping his wet body with love
/3/
Without
parfume, Hamzah leaves rose’s fragrance
Diffusing
in the garden of courteous words
As
the poem being created by poet
Being
not ended on the nightfall
/4/
On
the sky, the deities sing together
Sowing
of light rain as white as jasmine
As
the symbol of welcome for Hamzah coming home
After
wading through the sea of rainbow
/5/
As
if Suwarno, Kuswahyo, Suryanto
Hamzah
builds a temple by way of words
:
The latest sojourn, in which his children
Will
go on a pilgrimage of poet’s civilization
/6/
For
Hamzah, his children learn about poetry
:
Lantern that will give the light of fire
When
coming into the dark meditating room
The
space having no locked door
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
