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Embun Purana

[Language Theories, A Journey]
Embun Purana

kisah cinta,
di pagi hari,
di bawah pohon redang,
sambil melihat,
tasik jernih mempesona,

nun jauh di hujung bumi,
laungan angin merisik khabar,
tangan ku dan tangan mu,
bersentuhan,

dibelakangi belantara misteri,
embun menyelubungi dedaun,
khabaran burung yang gembira,
sinaran sang purana,
seorang pencerita bernama,
matahari,
terbit,
memukau,
mencium,
hati,
cinta.
[*] And In English.
The Dew's Story

a love story,
on a morning day,
under a majestic tree,
while witnessing,
a bewitching lake,

at the far end of earth,
the voices of winds,
my hand and yours,
touching,

beside a mysterious jungle
dew enveloping leaves,
the stories of eager birds,
the storytellers rays,
a storyteller by the name of,
sun,
rising,
charming,
kissing,
the heart,
love.
[+] Another Malay poem (with not a very good translation) after Angin Malam (Night Wind). Essentially, exploring love amid nature. The essence of purity which is nature intertwined with love somewhat lost in time and age. Wrote under the intoxicating charm of the timeless Malay poetry of poet A. Samad Said.

[-] This will be my language theories collection. Language transcends barriers, race, religion and even culture. More than anything, languages are the epitome of evolution. Our ability to communicate information which stands as the single most important trait in the universal context.

Comments

V N said…
***Language transcends barriers, race, religion and even culture. More than anything, languages are the epitome of evolution. Our ability to communicate information which stands as the single most important trait in the universal context.***

Righto!!
:)
Jeevan said…
Lovely poem on Nature!
Kavi said…
That was intense to me. INTENSE ! The connect was perfect !
Keshi said…
**my hand and yours,
touching,


I like that part..I wanna hold someone's hand right now...

ty Ghosty for ur GREAT input in my latest post...ur so wise!

Keshi.
Kishley said…
this is such a lovely poem :)
Homo Escapeons said…
Why ghosty you old romantic...
did someone that you know inspire this post?
Do tell.
tulipspeaks said…
man.. u put my BM to shame! neat piece of work.

=ammu=

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