Soe Harri's Chronicle,2 Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

Cambodia's upright, mother
The pine under was gloomy
By leaves and dew leafy
Sepulchre never grown, mother
The name will not decayed
By rain or tears - anyhow named

Flower beg above the sepulchre
Staying smells like heartless prayer
So let go all the sorrows
Because the body need injuries, not
That wide open in our chests
The pangs eye wrenching

And yesterday, so weather gloomier
Twilight's not yet finishes
On photo of dark brown frame
Photo's we often regard as a sign
Not the sadness of the flaming
In the eye room, but the essence of willing

(Maja, 2015)

Translated By Setyowati Wulandari