Songs of the Bird

The bird singing in the forest
doesn't disturb your tranquility,
nor does it provoke a tempest
or trigger anarchy

So don't aim your gun at the creature,
Try to listen to your own heart beat?
Compare it with the sound of your gun's volley
and learn the true meaning of affinity

Without the songs of the birds
our lives will be lonesome and vain
And you'll sing no more
since the birds have all been slain

Without the songs of the birds
Mankind will only hear its own cries
Or the deafening sound of gun shots
Until the final day of the universe

The Last Sun

One day the sun will lose its rays,
dying, as its color turns to orange
Worse than any woman's appearance
after weeping the whole gloomy day

One day life will wrap up itself
because its life depends on illumination
Just like the sun counting its last minutes
entering the tomb at the western horizon

- By Ngatini Rasdi

- Translated by TIS