Ending Night Prayer On The Edge Of Peucang Beach Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

on the beach the soft moonlight touches the night.
Among the whispers of the wind.
You, my son find a silent voice.
Dancing above the dark sky.
The moon tells stories to the stars, about the hidden secrets of the soul.

In silence, my heart trembles, tracing the obscure paths of time.
Every second seems to stop, In this moon's embrace, You and I, trapped in a dream.
Reaching the unattainable, eternal.
The voice of the night, whispering softly, reconciling restless anxieties.
In silence, we share, Holding on to hope that will not fade away.

Remember son! This long journey is not over yet.
The long illustration that I have given, an example of tafakur through natural approach, will never be in vain.
Interacting with nature, understanding its correlation with contemplation, that's what you have to understand.
In the future I'm sure you will become a great person who is very useful for many people, I do belive it.

Pantai Pasir Putih Pulau Peucang, Ujung Kulon. West Java, October 13th,2024

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