Repulse

Within myself I wander and in solitude

that which I seek, never is mine

that which is mine, often is unhoped for

anything can befall, twilight muddles

the entreaties of an urchin can evidently be refused

hope itself on wings can evidently be refused

be still in calm night the universe bright

plucks off night next morning.

Ajip Rosidi
tr. after Damais