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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

ARE YOU STILL PLAYING YOUR FLUTE? By ZURINAH HASSAN


The Original Version of the Poem 
Masihkah Kau Bermain Seruling oleh Zurinah Hassan

Masihkah kau bermain seruling
walau waktu telah terlewat untuk kita bercinta
aku semakin terasa bersalah
melayani godaan irama
lagu yang tersimpan pada lorong halus buluh
dikeluarkan oleh nafas seniman
diukir oleh bibir
diatur oleh jari
dilayangkan oleh alun angin
menolak ke dasar rasa.
 

Masihkah kau bermain seruling  
ketika kampung semakin sunyi  
sawah telah uzur 
waktu jadi terlalu mahal 
untuk memerhatikan hujan turun 
merenung jalur senja 
mengutip manik embun 
menghidu harum bunga. 

Masihkah kau bermain seruling  
ketika aku terasa mata bersalah 
untuk melayani rasa rindu padamu 
di kota yang semakin kusut dan tenat 
adik-adikku menganggur dan sakit jiwa 
bangsaku dipecahkan oleh politik 
saudara diserang bom-bom ganas 
dunia sudah terlalu tua dan parah.
Di sinilah berakhirnya percintaan kita
kerana zaman sedang menuntut para seniman
hidup di luar dirinya.


ARE YOU STILL PLAYING YOUR FLUTE?

By  ZURINAH HASSAN


Are you still playing your flute?
When there is hardly time for our love
I am feeling guilty
To be longing for your song
The melody concealed in the slim hollow
of the bamboo
Uncovered by the breath of an artist
Composed by his fingers
Blown by the wind
To the depth of my heart.
Are you still playing your flute?
In the village so quiet and deserted
Amidst the sick rice field
While here it has become a luxury
To spend time watching the rain
Gazing at the evening rays
Collecting dew drops
Or enjoying the fragrance of flowers.
Are you still playing your flute?
The more it disturbs my conscience
to be thinking of you
in the hazard of this city
my younger brothers unemployed and
desperate
my people disunited by politics
my friend slaughtered mercilessly
this world is too old and bleeding.
Is this the end of our love
time is forcing us, as artists
to live outside ourselves.





  

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