Truly my dear, <br />the death of thy heart <br />Frozen my tear as I breaking apart <br />And stumble in fear. <br /> <br />How thou can feel <br />the bitter cold; <br />In my frozen heart seal, <br />while thy beauty without my soul. <br /> <br />I can not impel my sacred rapture, <br />though still the fluttering heart survive; <br />Thy beauty in my soul captured, <br />Until my blissful life revive. <br /> <br />[Thy spirit deceived all enlighten, <br />and in sorrow I grieve <br />for the forsaken of thy spirit and soul].<br /><br />Instalasi Sastra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-m-ayang-w-idya-l-estari/
