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Kita seperti kanak-kanak merayakan riang;
Berebutan meniup balon rupa-rupa warna,
pegang rapat-rapat, sebelum pecah meledak ke udara,
atau terlepas pegangan dilambung angin keras.

Abaikan Tuan-tuan besar sibuk debat dimeja diplomasi
Beribu-ribu kali berunding, berjuta kali digunting

Terkenang musim panen zaitun,
melurut buah dari tangkai daun.
Malam terang bulan memandi cahaya kota tua.
"Ada tradisi puak kami, membentang majelis syair dan kasidah gambus".
Kuingat, suara-suara bergetar setiap mengucap sepatah kata tuah; Merdeka!
Ditimpal balik pekik takbir; Allahu Akbar!
Mengatasi beribu-ribu ketakutan purba.

"Maaf, aku melarutmu dalam sedu-sedan", belasmu lembut.
"Tertakik luka dihatimu, tergores darah dikulitku", timbalku.
Bukankah sudah kukata, negerimu adalah jantung cintaku.
Di sini dan kini; Kita sama-sama terasing sunyi!

We like the child celebrated cheerful; fought to blow the balloon of the colour of the forms, held meetings, before breaking out exploded to air, or was freed the grip dilambung the strong wind. Ignore the Big Boss was big busy the debate on the table diplomatic Thousands Of times negotiated, million the time cutting Recalled the season of the olives harvest, down from the stem of the leaves. The moonlight night memandi the old city light. "There was our group's tradition, stretched the poem council and kasidah gambus". Remembered by me, voices were shaking every time said a fortune word; Independent! Ditimpal returned screamed takbir; Allahu Akbar! Overcame thousands of ancient fears. "Sorry, I dragged on you in the sobbing", belas you were soft. "Tertakik the wound on your heart, was scratched blood on skin I", timbal I. Not already to said, your country was the heart of my love. Here and currently; we were together most foreign quiet!