Prayer

To a true believer

O my Lord,

In my disarray,

I still invoke Thy name.

Nevertheless it’s difficult in truth,

To remember Thou fillest all things.

Thy light so warm and pure

Is but a gleam in my dark solitude.

O my Lord,

I have lost all form,

I am as though ground up.

O my Lord,

I wander in a strange land

O my Lord,

At Thy door, I come knocking,

I can no longer turn back.

Chairil Anwar
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais