Aku Akar

I

Di tanah, semua malam. Gelap. Dan aku serupa akar yang menembusnya, dalam. Tapi semakin dalam aku menembus malam, 
hatiku semakin lusuh dan tak penuh. Aku merambat menuju air, tapi air begitu jauh. Aku semakin haus. Dimana air itu? Dimana kehidupan itu? Di mana menghidupkanku?

II

Akarku semakin dalam, semakin malam. Semakin muram. Semakin suram. Matahari tak kunjung membawa misteri itu pergi. Aku sendiri, 
merengkuh salibku sendiri. Memeluk hijab yang hangat terbalut 
sepi.

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I

On the ground, all is night. Dark inside. I pierce it like unruly roots. Regretting of why would I grew downward. Too deep but despondent. I'm getting in through the night of ground, on darkness, I pierce out and in. And out and in. But my heart is getting shabby and unfulfilled. I was creeping toward the water, but the water isnt near. Distant. Severe. I'm getting more thirsty, and I hear no voice of rush.

Where's the water? Where is the life? I’m wretched.

II

and when there was no hope because I've grown too deep inside, My so called roots even more powerful, and more nights come. More somber. More bleak.

The sun will never take the mystery away. I myself, grabbed my cross alone. I, my only self, wrapped my soul with a Hijab. All alone.