Me (Exaltation)

When my hour is come,

I would have no-one miss me,

Not even you.

Useless would be such sobbings!

Here I am, hunted beast,

By its flock rejected.

Let a bullet transpierce me, I have no care.

Without respite, exasperated, I shall fight.

Woundings and poison in my flight bearing off,

In my flight,

Even to evanishment pain and torment.

And all will be the same to me.

For I would live another thousand years.

March 1943

Chairil Anwar
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais