Puisi : Lukisan Yang Belum Sempurna Bilaku genggam pena hidupku, Bila ku hampar lembaran putihku, Inginku lukis satu persatu, Wajah tersenyum hati berlagu, Warna-warni mengalir laju, Berlumba-lumba mengisi sempadan, Bak air turun tatkala hujan, Terselit pelangi di celah sinaran. Bila saja pena melayang, Bila putih terus menghilang, Hanya warna mengisi ruang, Baruku sedar banyak yang kurang, Tidak seperti apa dirancang, Tidak seperti apa dipandang, Warna dipinta hitam yang datang, Terasa ingin saja lukisanku buang. Bilaku hampar lembaran yang baru, Lukisan lama kerap menghantuiku, Bilaku lukis keindahan alam, Terasa diriku hampir tenggelam, Bilaku pilih warna yang riang, Semua bertukar menjadi arang, Bilaku koyak lukisan ini, Terasa hanya menipu diri. Dimana lagi harusku berdiri, Agar diri tidak lagi sunyi, Dimana lagi harusku berlari, Agar bahgia sering menemani, Dimana lagi harusku mencari, Agar kasih tenang di hati. Tiada lukisan tanpa gambaran, Tiada soalan tanpa jawapan, Tiada arah...
Have Mercy on Me, My Soul Why are you weeping, my Soul? Knowest thou my weakness? Thy tears strike sharp and injure, For I know not my wrong. Until when shalt thou cry? I have naught but human words to interpret your dreams, Your desires, and your instructions. Look upon me, my Soul; I have consumed my full life heeding your teachings. Think of how I suffer! I have exhausted my life following you. My heart was glorying upon the throne, But is now yoked in slavery; My patience was a companion, But now contends against me; My youth was my hope, But now reprimands my neglect. Why, my Soul, are you all-demanding? I have denied myself pleasure And deserted the joy of life Following the course which you impelled me to pursue. Be just to me, Or call Death to unshackle me, For justice is your glory. Have mercy on me, my Soul. You have laden me with Love until I cannot carry my burden. You and Love are inseparable might; Substance and I ...
I become a strange person, No one comprehends my state, I chant and i alone listen to myself, No one understand my language, My language is the language of birds, My homeland is the country of the beloved, I am a nightingale: my beloved is my rose, To be sure,the color of my rose never fades. ~rumi~
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