Ity Has Gone Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

the worn out sun has been struck by an elegy of glare
a dim day isolated by a dizzy drought
leaning on an image drained by pleasure
knitting dreams on the horizon that is reluctant to stand

when isolation occurs there is only relevance
a silent witness who takes shelter in a petty creature
Ity has left a black note

you don't have to cry on the veranda stunned by the mighty man
adrift by intimacy and infidelity

You…, left leaving an endless painful stain

the choice has been tied up and never regret
because between a beauty that's where you will find the protector
Goodbye dear, I hope you can understand the meaning of your life