For My Sweetheart Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

Blue is no longer sad—indigo is not so crazy
Red isn't bad anymore—black isn't dark anymore
Green is no longer dazzling—orange is not as strong as potash
Yellow is no longer dizzy—white is no longer clean

Life is about a beauty
Colors squirm caressed by a desire
Breathe clean air that becomes a mooring of fate
Be strong as a rock, weak as a butterfly, rebel as strong as a tiger. life is not to be raped for its rights, life is an instinctive causality that is turbulent according to what conscience says

The victory achieved is a flexibility of conscience
You are a strong, strong, gentle, turbulent woman
You are a woman and I am a man, - a woman who wants to be white through a life while a man who is clogged with sensitivity is about to be stroked by a woman

Struggle and set and crush the waster at the crossroads in splattered wounds
Wriggle restless in sensitivity
Between two sides you can understand how beautiful love is
Cover with the hum of life
Smile, smile baby. Don't you doubt about the meaning of life