Februari

“Lewat, lewat,” seseorang berkata sopan

kepada Waktu. Tapi dingin

menyetopnya, kota

menutup pintu

Gedung-gedung masih mencoba

menyebutkan nama mereka

kepada gelap. Tapi sejak Jalan 108

tak ada lagi percakapan

Bulan sepucat margarin dan

tak bersuara.

Langit tak meleleh.

Rambu dan lampu

membentuk

deret huruf Mesir,

dan pada kilometer ke-enam

ada sinar terakhir,

mungkin terlontar

ke tengah selat:

cahaya yang sepelan

penari menirukan angsa

“Lewat, lewat,” seseorang berkata lagi

kepada Waktu.

Tapi laut menyedotnya dan

menit membiru.

Kekal pun singgah sebentar

dan kota

mendengarkan Ajal,

dari jauh,

seperti terompet pemburu…

English Version :

February

“Pass by, pass by,” someone says politely

to Time. But the cold

brings it to a halt, the city

shuts its doors.

Buildings still try to

declare their names

to the dark. But form Street 108 onwards

there is no more conversation

The moon ia as pale as margarine and

soundless.

The sky does not melt.

Traffic signs and lights

form

a hieroglyphic line,

and on Kilometer 6

there shines a final ray of light,

probably tossed

to the middle of strait:

a glow as slow as

a dancer mimicking a swan.

“Pas by, pass by,” someone says again

to Time.

But the ocean sucks it up and

minutes turn blue.

So rests eternity,

briefly, while the city

tunes in form a distance,

to the End’s footsteps,

like the horn of hunters….

Translator: Laskmi Pamuntjak

By :

Goenawan Mohammad