Sri Dean

The FIRST SOUND

My task is translate
the movement of the leaves, hanging
on tired branches.  
Secrets need words, spoken in silence.
When a leaf falls, there is no blood.  But in a dark room, someone
feels grief and cries out in pain (Translated by Harry Aveling)

NADA AWAL

Tugasku hanya menterjemah
gerak daun yang tergantung
di ranting yang letih. Rahasia
membutuhkan kata yang terucap
di puncak sepi. Ketika daun
jatuh takada titik darah. tapi
di ruang kelam ada yang merasa
kehilangan dan mengaduh pedih ( Subagio Sastrowardoyo)