The two of us

This chamber is our last refuge

in endless night.

She and I do but reach a hand

unto a somber raft.

Shall we be flung upon the coast?

or given up

to dizzying whirlpools?

Your greenish-blue eyes freeze.

Are we still entwined or yet

chasing a shadow?

Chairil Anwar
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais