Hujan Malam
Sebuah tasik malam Yang memanjang dari gelap Hingga pesisir kesedaran Kuseberangi dengan kapal hujan. Rintik pada daun menderukan gerak, Membawaku ke arah sayap, Tiada pantai, Yang terkelip di hujungnya Hanyalah api malap kenalan. Bintik-bintik dari diri berdenyut wujud. Gelap memperjauhkan perjalanan. Yang kulihat hanya bahan kelam Yang bocor oleh titik hujan Dan menembus diri tipis. Jalur menderu Rentaknya kuikut dengan otot. Tak mungkin kupalu gendang Dan sama menari. Jadi, kuturut dengan kecewa Kembara ke kesayupan Sambil membaca bersit hujan di muka. Night Rain A lake of night That extends from darkness To the periphery of consciousness I am crossing you in a ship of rain. The patter on leaves gives voice to the movement, Bringing me distant directions, No shores Twinkle at the end of sight Only the dim fire of recognition. Speckles from the self pulsate into existence. Darkness distances the journey I only see the stuff of darkness That leaks with the raindrops And pierces the papery self. A dugout whispers to the water I follow its rhythms with my muscles. No, i may never beat the drum And also dance to it. So i follow it with resignation Wander into the distance While reading the pelting of the rain On my face. –from Beyond the Archipelago by Muhammad Haji Salleh, Ohio University Center for International Studies, 1995. a
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