Sun, 17 Jan 1999

1999

The night train has just passed

pulling jam-packed cars

it writes down a gloomy past

on murky and grimy pages

this long journey is full of tears

telling a story of a gloomy state

it is written on a wounded heart

which has been pierced by a brother's blade

it is a story of painful agony

that was not imaginable before

and the cuts in hearts are so painful

that they make one's eyes sore

the train is covered with black curtains

and runs through a long darkness

no flash of light is seen

and until the end is an emptiness

the squalid paper is full of words

and no one knows who wants the notes

because tomorrow looks more appalling

and everyone has lost hope

By Prijono Tjiptoherijanto

Translated by Thayeb I. Sabil