Someone
will be set free and stay as eternal
as the green of the dry season
Someone
will be set free and be as sour-black
as the monsoon
Someone
will be set free and will run
or tire
And the
sky will shrink and the stars
Shift
And
between the pole of the seven flags and the pale peak
of the
pagoda
Someone
will be set free
and disappear
But
perhaps someone will be set free and see
the dangling stems
stems on
the handkerchief tree, stems on the slopes of the road
to Mandalay
(translated
from the Indonesian version by Eddin Khoo).
By :
Goenawan Mohammad
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