By Inggit Putria Marga
give me your poem
the sun that has never before set in another sky
the chirp that has never before heard in another tree
the body that has never before incubated in another soul
the flame that has never before melted another candle
the divine inspiration that has never before given to another prophet
the silence that has never before concealed in another memory
the hope that has never before assigned to another direction
the anger that has never before resolved by another reason
the laughter that has never before resounded for another cause
except for me
and hopefully you
who glow and dim in the mountain, the sky, and the sea
who abate and flow in the waterway
who rise and fall behind the clouds
who appear and disappear around the moon
who rise and fall at the end of the road
will grant that wish
Translations by John McGlynn