I Pick You, Inti Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

The old green longing has been tethered and pulled over
Tossing to the winds the arrival of a lover
Your core is a woman who is an inspiration
The virgin at the culmination point rotates in the bond of love
From Jakarta, who struggles through curves and their associations, I have come to step aside
Kebumen doesn't seem tired to wait for my arrival
As if yells of certainty await you
The essence, acute complaints and the appropriate dimensions await you
A myriad of bars want you to open
you are loyal to open my sunken heart
The point is, if only I could turn my hand through the paper of fate, of course you would squirm consciously
kebumen in jawir's testimony, tattoos and a few old friends seem to be waiting for me to tell a story about how to fight with love
Inti, wait for me

July 4th,1999