Aku Mau Merdeka

Aku mau merdeka
Dari diriku sendiri.
Aku mau merdeka
Dari dunia ini.

Aku mau merdeka
Dari hidup yang persis mati.
Aku mau merdeka
Dari minda yang menyakiti.

Aku mau merdeka
Dari pergantungan.
Aku mau merdeka
Dari pertikaian.

108 pertikaian dalam jiwaku.

Bebaskan aku wahai Tuhanku.
Bebaskan aku wahai dewiku.

Ku perlukan kamu
Lebih dari ku memerlukan diriku sendiri.

Rain

Rain falls down to the earth I`m standing,
And I`m not a youngster no more.

Rain falls down on my head,
Oh it`s so lovely.

It`s so lovely to be alone.
Like a cactus in a desert.

Sometimes it flowers so brightly,
But most of the time it stays silent.

Sometimes birds would come by and say hello,
But they will always leave the cactus alone.

The cactus might get devoured by the sandstorm sometimes,
Or get buried under the sand dunes.

But the cactus remains there,
Doesn`t move anywhere,
And does not really care.

Because Death is sure to come to him,
Death is a blissful thing to him.

Death is his lover, Death is his friend,
Death will come no matter how long he waits,
Death will end the life he`s in,
A prison of immobility.

Wish I can be a cactus one day, but a cactus just won`t be me.

And Rain falls today, like the way it does the other day,
Yet it doesn`t fall everyday, and is it lucky that rain falls today?

On a Friday when the sermon is read
To the half-asleep congregation,
Some really listened, but some are dead,
And sleep is a part of being dead.

On a Friday when it rains,
On a Friday the holy day,
The holy day to the believers,
But otherwise it would be just another day.

Another day when blood is shed,
Another day when tears are shed,
Another day when we sweat,
Another day when a person`s dead.

Then shall I say some words of Persian:
Ey Khuda! Ey Khuda!
Why are we so different
Albeit the same colours of blood we`re living on?

Why some are Muslim and some are not,
And beyond the light, there must be darkness,
Is Rain the opposite of Sunny?
Oh, by the name of the God.

And why has the world betray me?
Isn`t the world a place of comfort for the unbelievers?
O, the Prison Keeper,
Release me from the Prison.

I`m a Prisoner, imprisoned by Time,
I`m a Mute, imprisoned by Words,
I`m a Blind, imprisoned by Sights,
And they say your eyes may cheat on you,
Your desire may destroy you,
Your heart may kill you,
And thus the elders of the Malays once said.

And the Rain falls down unstoppable,
And my Word turns to my Anger,
And my Anger turns to my Despair,
And my Despair turns to my Words,
The repeating cycle,
The concurring karma,
And the eroding of faith.

And they say of a Muslim by day,
and a Kuffar by night,
Am I that person?
Deny the Truth?

Truth is the God,
God is the one you`re denying?

Oh, the caravan of Time.

The Rain falls down,
And I am insane,
And an insane person does not Pray to the Lord.