Di Beranda Ini Angin Tak Kedengaran Lagi

Oleh Goenawan Mohamad

Di beranda ini angin tak kedengaran lagi
Langit terlepas. Ruang menunggu malam hari
Kau berkata: pergilah sebelum malam tiba
Kudengar angin mendesak ke arah kita

Di piano bernyanyi baris dari Rubayyat
Di luar detik dan kereta telah berangkat
Sebelum bait pertama. Sebelum selesai kata
Sebelum hari tahu ke mana lagi akan tiba

Aku pun tahu: sepi kita semula
bersiap kecewa, bersedih tanpa kata-kata
Pohon-pohon pun berbagi dingin di luar jendela
mengekalkan yang esok mungkin tak ada

1966

Di Muka Jendela

Oleh Goenawan Mohamad


Di sini
cemara pun gugur daun. Dan Kembali
ombak-ombak hancur terbantun.
Di sini
kemarau pun menghembus bumi
menghembus pasir, dingin dan malam hari
ketika kedamaian pun datang memanggil
ketika angin terputus-putus di hatimu menggigil
dan sebuah kata merekah
diucapkan ke ruang yang jauh: datanglah!

Ada sepasang bukit, meruncing merah
dari tanah padang-padang yang tengadah
tanah padang-padang terkukur
di mana tangan-hatimu terulur. Pula
ada menggasing kincir yang sunyi
ketika senja mengerlip, dan di ujung benua
mencecah pelangi:
tidakkah siapa pun lahir kembali di detik begini
ketika bangkit bumi,
sajak bisu abadi,
dalam kristal kata
dalam pesona?

[1961]

Don't Go Far Off, Not Even for A Day

pict by Violet

by Pablo Neruda

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Dua Peristiwa dalam Satu Sajak Dua Bagian

oleh Sapardi Djoko Damono


1
sehabis langkah-langkah kaki: hening
siapa?
barangkali si pesuruh yang tersesat dan gagal menemukan tempat tinggalmu padahal sejak

semula sudah diikutinya jejakmu
padahal harus lekas-lekas disampaikannya pesan itu padamu

2
seolah-olah kau harus segera mengucapkan sederet kata
yang pernah kaukenal artinya,
yang membuatmu terkenang akan batang randu alas tua
yang suka menjeritjerit kalau sarat berbunga

Your Feet

by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Dalam Doaku

Oleh Sapardi Djoko Damono

"Dalam doaku subuh ini kau menjelma langit yang semalaman tak memejamkan mata,
yang meluas bening siap menerima cahaya pertama,
yang melengkung hening karena akan menerima suara-suara

Ketika matahari mengambang tenang di atas kepala,
dalam doaku kau menjelma pucuk-pucuk cemara yang hijau senantiasa,
yang tak henti-hentinya mengajukan pertanyaan muskil kepada angin
yang mendesau entah dari mana

Dalam doaku sore ini,
kau menjelma seekor burung gereja yang mengibas-ibaskan bulunya dalam gerimis,
yang hinggap di ranting dan menggugurkan bulu-bulu bunga jambu,
yang tiba-tiba gelisah dan terbang lalu hinggap di dahan mangga itu

Maghrib ini dalam doaku kau menjelma angin
yang turun sangat perlahan dari nun di sana,
bersijingkat di jalan dan menyentuh-nyentuhkan pipi
dan bibirnya di rambut, dahi dan bulu-bulu mataku

Dalam doa malamku kau menjelma denyut jantungku,
yang dengan sabar bersitahan terhadap rasa sakit yang entah batasnya,
yang setia mengusut rahasia demi rahasia,
yang tak putus-putusnya bernyanyi bagi kehidupanku

Aku mencintaimu,
Itu sebabnya aku takkan pernah selesai mendoakan keselamatanmu

A Lover's Call XXVII

by Kahlil Gibran

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!