Everything I see...

Ani, o Ani mine,

Why then have you left me?

Now the house is all deserted,

Space itself without reason.

Opening the wardrobe your clothes speak volubly,

In bed, I behold you there at length,

Upon a chair you’re sitting still

And at the stove you’re bustling about.

Everything I see, recalls to me your shape,

Everything I touch recalls to me your form.

All things give me to feel

How much sensation has gone away...

A burning pain racks my very heart,

Emotions of all sorts rend me to pieces.

Takdir Alisjahbana
tr. after Damais